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written: Frank Black

Sitting here wishing on a scenery floor
Wishing that I had just something you wore
I'd put it on, when I'm oh, lonely
Won't you take off that dress...
and give it to me?

I miss your kissing and I miss your bed
That letter that writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet...
and give it to me.

I miss your soup, and I miss your bread
But the letter that you're writing doesn't mean your not dead
So spill your breakfast, and drink your wine
Just wear that dress until you die!

Sitting here wishing on a scenery floor
Wishing that I had just something you wore...
So bloody your hands on a cactus branch
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me.

(voicemail cut loop)

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from Ghosts that whisper through speakers: B​-​sides and Rarities, released February 10, 2016
Frank Black

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