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- Sam Cooke Cupid 歌词
- Sam Cooke
- Cupid - Pistolita
Cupid brings electricity
intertwined with the mind
with the dead glass eyes
and braver than you think
i lept from the building
poppy fields i ran asleep
something wicked follows me
a kid broke neck
on white picket fence
and i had no reply
no sting no cry
and softer than you think
she slept among poppies
poppies give no real feeling
something wicked follows me
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