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Song 495: title not recovered, by His Purse (archived)

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Song
Title not recovered
Artist
His Purse
Genres
Trip Hop, Synth Pop, Alternative Brit Pop
Captured
January 7, 2001 (3 captures)

What survives: the page text; the title was not recovered. Nothing has been guessed. Try the song list or search.

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[His Purse]

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  Composer(s)
    • Drew Jacobs
  Composer(s)
    • Nathaniel Incorporated
 
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  PRIM. GENRE : [ Trip Hop ]
  SEC. GENRE : [ Synth Pop ]
  ADD. GENRE : [ Alternative Brit Pop ]
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  Lyrics
Lights out and you dissipated Burn up down at the filling station Shot the side of the barn door baby You sever up then you're gone Pop the scene as a marmalady Soft machine on a quart of brandy I get sick and die when you look Lon Chaney You sever up, you sever up then you're gone Her secret was the secret Cry myself to sleep (repeat to end)
 
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Several of us are getting graduated to "out patient aftercare" and we were trying to get some ladies lined up. You are looking for someone AND THERE ARE 3 OF US HERE. The lawnmower guy is not really LOOKIN', he just wants to fit in our group...THE WAY COOL GROUP!
 


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