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Musik af: |
Thomas Baz og Morten Skipper Voigt |
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Tekst: |
On a hill in a mansion, the chests and the silver / treasures were found, as we kept digging deeper / it`s bliss / it`s hidden activities.
A picture of Jesus, that stands on a shelf / the father who comes every friday at twelve / his bliss / his hidden activities.
Swing, swing, chandeleer / the balance of a wooden chair / swing, swing, chandeleer / she was hanging there / dangling in her hair / dangling in her hair.
The daughter of a dentist, she cherished my teeth / the black and the holes came out so sweet / when we kissed / she licked on my cavities.
Words in the palm of her leather-brown hands / screams out the name of a more handsome man / his bliss / their hidden activities.
Swing, swing, chandeleer / the balance of a wooden chair / swing, swing, chandeleer / she was hanging there / dangling in her hair / dangling in her hair. |
