Itchy Glowbo Blow by Cocteau Twins

Still steppin' over me
Little, he needs
Little, you may need

And you know how sometimes
When your face gives right in to him
You've chosen your life for your man, yea
And look at your goals
Standing at his feet
Standing he flailed

But you're glad he cares
But you're glad he

And you died sometimes
When your face [incomprehensible]
You've chosen your life for your man, yea
For him, for yourself
Futile in love
Futile is this fever

And you died, did I see dark lines?
So, whether have you got
Futile in love
Futile is this fever

The spirit of life fires me now
The spirit of life fires me now
The spirit of life fires me now
The spirit of life fires me

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