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The Rip

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As she walks in the room
Centred and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
Realise that love lost well

White horses
They will take me away
And my tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?

Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Dissappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another line is over-oh

White horses
They will take me away
And my tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?

White horses
They will take me away
And my tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?

Composição: Geoff Barrow/Beth Gibbons/Adrian Utley





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