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Outside the rain is burning holes, inside bounce around your head.
You've been drunk now for a week, but he's not open for your love.
You can have your pretty things, destroy them if you want.
We can watch them try to fly, but he's not open for your love.
For your love, for your love, for your love.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
You eat orange off the trees, turn into, turn around.
Watch the sun blow up today, but he's not open for your love.
They are forgot can't you see, the bubbles gone, is something wrong?
Pink communal envelopes, he's not open for your love.
For your love, for your love, for your love.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
Here come the big wheels, to roll me over.
- Álbum:
- Dead Letter Chorus
- El Toppo
- Melody Maker Presents: Reading 98
- The Dead Cheap Fierce Panda Sampler
- Paper Eyes
- Yellow
- Note on the Door
- Same Song / Movie
- Big Wheels
- Snow White
- Beggars Banquet: Tea for 2000
- Get the Keys and Go
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 19
- Rolling Stone: New Voices, Volume 39
- Get the Keys and Go EP