Stella Donnelly - Talking

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We could open windows
Fix the fridge light and replace the phone
Maybe it will fix us
If we spend our lives on country roads
Writing 'bout the weather
In a playground we’re not supposed to roam
I scattered all the eggshells
In the hallway for when you get home
I’m on your waterbed
Wishing I was you
I know you want me dead
My talking’s killing you
Calling out to no one
Think we might need a professional
This post code poppy playground
While a ships off out off the coast
I’m on your waterbed
Wishing I was you
I know you want me dead
My talking killing you
I’m on your waterbed
Wishing I was you
I know you want me dead
My talking killing you
I know you want me dead
My talking killing you
My talking killing you