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°Labour° - Paris Paloma

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting

If our love died, would that be the worst thing?

For somebody I thought was my saviour

You sure make me do a whole lot of labour

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The calloused skin on my hands is cracking

If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

You make me do too much labour

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All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

24-7, baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It's not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour

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All day, every day (the capillaries in my eyes)

Therapist, mother, maid (are bursting)

Nymph then virgin (if our love died)

Nurse and a servant (would that be the worst thing?)

Just an appendage (for somebody)

Live to attend him (I thought was my saviour)

So that (you sure make)

He never lifts a finger (me do a whole lot of labour)

24-7 (the calloused skin on)

Baby machine (my hands is crackin')

So he can live out (if our love ends)

His picket fence dreams (would that be a bad thing?)

It's not an act of love (and the silence)

If you make her (haunts our bed chamber)

You make me do too much labour...