*susanne sundfør ~ white foxes*

Poses, poses
That's all you are to me.
Roses, roses
That's all you're offering me
Oh, and now i wish
To god that
The earth would turn cold.
And my heart would forget it's made of glass.
And all the pretty tulips would disappear
And never disturbed me again.
You gave me my very first gun
I'll go out and hunt the hidden done
With white foxes, with white foxes


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