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handschuh |
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| Age: |
2026 |
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handschuh's Published Lyrics |
| Artist |
Song |
Misheard |
Real Lyrics |
| Coldplay | Violet Hill | I was alone in dark December...Trees, touchstones, and BiblesNot an ounce of faith thereafterAnd the cross was held aloft...Looks like rose, untold | It was a long and dark December...Priests clutched onto BiblesHollowed out to fit their riflesAnd a cross was held aloft...My nerves are poles that unfroze |
| Maximo Park | Parisian Skies | I love the tiny events in your back, they remind me of the way the parsnip cracks. | I love the tiny veins in your back, they remind me of the way the porcelain cracks |
| Maximo Park | Parisian Skies | Parisian skies, shadows beneath your eyesAll we have is now, and the apathy brow | Parisian skies, shadows beneath your eyesAll we have is now, and the arc of your brow |
| Maximo Park | Our Velocity | My TARDIS malfunctions, I'm not sure what they mean | Manners are just hunches, I'm not sure what they mean |
| Maximo Park | Books From Boxes | Wren explodes at the moment that the cap (or cat) door closed | Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed |
| Camera Obscura | Other Towns and Cities | It's like beautiful bed made of say good nightAnd your brown eyes and lentils me through the night | It's like you to forbid me to say goodnightI had your brown eyes and limbs on me through the night |