Jenny Hval - Conceptual Romance Lyrics
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Conceptual Romance
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What Are The Lyrics For Conceptual Romance By Jenny Hval?
And sometimes I dream you've left me
And I'm so lost I wake up high High on madness A sexual holding pattern Stuck in erotic self-oscillation This landmine of a heart The only one I've ever had I've ever had Conceptual romance is on my mind I call it abstract romanticism Conceptual romance is you It's you and I It's you and I This blood bitch's tale It goes a bit like this I lose myself in the rituals of bad art, in failure I want to give up but I can tell My heartbreak is too sentimental for you Conceptual romance is on my mind I call it abstract romanticism Conceptual romance is you It's you and I It's you and I So I lose my gaze to keep you Creating a curve for the eyes A rejected body And losing it is constant, but such a lonely place What can I say? I don't know who I am, but I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm working on it I'm high, high on madness These are my combined failures I understand infatuation, rejection They can connect and become everything Everything that's torn up in your life But come with me, I want to show you something The original wound, the origin of the world (I'm working on it) Of the world (I'm working on it) Of the world (I'm working on it) (I'm working on it) Of the world (I'm working on it) |
Who Wrote Conceptual Romance By Jenny Hval?
Jenny Hval
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What's The Duration Of The Conceptual Romance By Jenny Hval?The duration of Conceptual Romance is 4:32 minutes and seconds. |
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