The Last Gang - Strange Fruit - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — The Last Gang - Strange Fruit lyrics

Artist: The Last Gang

album: Keep Them Counting

Sing, sing
Sing, sing your heart out
I can't feel you here
Swing, swing strange fruit from butterfly trees
You're not alone
You were never alone
Never alone
Whoa, whoa
Negotiate this labyrinth to the very dark and natural
Freedom to fail, but some things come so much better full
Swing, swing (swing, swing) from instinct to introns, from ego to intellect
Survival, evolution crawling out of the wrecked
You were never alone, alone
A bitter shock when you dropped
'Cause you were never alone, alone
A bitter shock when you dropped
Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose
White dress, marrow to bone
Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose
White dress, marrow to bone
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White dress, hanging in a white dress
In a white dress and she's marrow to the bone
Hanging in a white dress, in a white dress
She's hanging in a white dress and she's marrow to the bone
It's a love of suicide
It's calling, it's calling Ana Rose
It's a love of suicide
It's calling, it's coming, it's crawling
Sing, sing
Sing, sing your heart out
I can't feel you here
Swing, swing (swing, swing) strange fruit from butterfly trees
You're not alone
You were never alone, alone
A bitter shock when you dropped
'Cause you were never alone, alone
A bitter shock when you dropped
Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose
White dress, marrow to bone
Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose
White dress, marrow to bone

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