Lirieke:
Cursive Domestica

Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. A Red So Deep. Lopende. Home. 'N Rooi So Diep.
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The furnace burns, the baby turns She cries when she's hungry The morning paper will knock the door To interrupt their slumbers Are you satisfied tonight

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. Making Friends And Acquaintances. Lopende. Home. Maak vriende en kennisse.
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Loose-lipped secrets I've seen those birdies chirping Another promise perched on their fragile branches Cradle and all... We all hide a diary beneath

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. Shallow Means, Deep Ends. Lopende. Home. Vlak beteken, Deep Ends.
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Swimming at night We've dug this hole The water's fine I wonder how far down it goes Down it goes... Down it goes... The stars above have lost their

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. The Casualty. Lopende. Home. Die ongevalle.
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The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. The Lament Of Pretty Baby. Lopende. Home. Die Lament Van Pretty Baby.
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I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me (The kitchen door was open a crack, So naively we peeked inside

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. The Martyr. Lopende. Home. Die Martelaar.
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And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst. Lopende. Home. Die spel van Wie Behoefte Wie die ergste.
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A little bit closer, I know you're not bashful There, now that's not so bad, is it? So what was that secret? What did that prick whisper to you? Was

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. The Radiator Hums. Lopende. Home. Die Radiator gons.
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Dinner's getting cold -- You haven't touched a thing So what's it gonna be? I can hold out much longer than you When it's steady I'm just acting out

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Lirieke

Cursive. Domestica. The Night I Lost The Will To Fight. Lopende. Home. Die aand het ek Lost die wil om te veg.
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I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase... I need