Palehound - Holiest Lyrics

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Palehound – Holiest Lyrics

Under my head I am keeping the muse by
Stomping on senses and quarter of blue coats
I never make all too much out of you
You kick and you scream and you act so abused

‘Cause I’m the holiest of all your parts
I’m licking out your loneliness and starving all your crops

Days I should maybe try taking it easy by
Red hands are throbbing and I’m feeling quizzical
Never make all too much sense out of me
Doting on eggshell and acting so dead sick

‘Cause I’m the holiest of all your parts
I’m licking out your loneliness and starving all your crops

Crops, crops, crops

[Lyrics to Holiest by Palehound]


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