Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Let's look at the Geophys
Let's wait for the results from the Geophys
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Spent seventeen pounds on mushrooms for you
'Cause I'm silly
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
This week is holy week
I just wanted to tell you I've got scabs on my head
It's useless to live
I've been thinking about eating that hotdog for hours
Kiss me, better you, only when we must
Whilst someone holds the door
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
It's useless to live
I just want to tell you I got scabs on my head
Made me realize
My only ambition in life is to grip the roots of you hair
Just want to be liked
Tin blades, earthen ware
Flower brick painted in blue
On the sloping edge of a vase of flowers
On the front, Chinese landscape
On the sides, figures in a Dutch landscape
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
In a painted foreground at the bottom
Is a famous anamorphic
Which when viewed side-long
Is revealed to be human skull
It's seems like a lot of garlic
Lonely beyond lovely
You just want to be liked
I like you, stay
It's Europe
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
Dry Cleaning - Strong Feelings Lyrics
Dry Cleaning - Strong Feelings Lyrics
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Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Let's look at the Geophys
Let's wait for the results from the Geophys
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Spent seventeen pounds on mushrooms for you
'Cause I'm silly
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
This week is holy week
I just wanted to tell you I've got scabs on my head
It's useless to live
I've been thinking about eating that hotdog for hours
Kiss me, better you, only when we must
Whilst someone holds the door
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
It's useless to live
I just want to tell you I got scabs on my head
Made me realize
My only ambition in life is to grip the roots of you hair
Just want to be liked
Tin blades, earthen ware
Flower brick painted in blue
On the sloping edge of a vase of flowers
On the front, Chinese landscape
On the sides, figures in a Dutch landscape
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
In a painted foreground at the bottom
Is a famous anamorphic
Which when viewed side-long
Is revealed to be human skull
It's seems like a lot of garlic
Lonely beyond lovely
You just want to be liked
I like you, stay
It's Europe
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
Things come to the brain
Let's look at the Geophys
Let's wait for the results from the Geophys
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Spent seventeen pounds on mushrooms for you
'Cause I'm silly
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
This week is holy week
I just wanted to tell you I've got scabs on my head
It's useless to live
I've been thinking about eating that hotdog for hours
Kiss me, better you, only when we must
Whilst someone holds the door
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
It's useless to live
I just want to tell you I got scabs on my head
Made me realize
My only ambition in life is to grip the roots of you hair
Just want to be liked
Tin blades, earthen ware
Flower brick painted in blue
On the sloping edge of a vase of flowers
On the front, Chinese landscape
On the sides, figures in a Dutch landscape
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
In a painted foreground at the bottom
Is a famous anamorphic
Which when viewed side-long
Is revealed to be human skull
It's seems like a lot of garlic
Lonely beyond lovely
You just want to be liked
I like you, stay
It's Europe
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
Writer: Florence Shaw, Lewis Maynard, Tom Dowse, Nick Buxton
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Performed By: Dry Cleaning
Length: 4:04
Written by: Florence Shaw, Lewis Maynard, Tom Dowse, Nick Buxton