# @royalmusicyt on YouTube

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- **Original URL:** https://youtube.com/watch?v=axeUpfuwYic
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- **Posted:** 2023-06-12T12:46:18.000+00:00
- **Account Owner:** Royal Music (@royalmusicyt) — https://gondola.cc/royalmusicyt

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👑 Paris Paloma - Labour (Lyrics)
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💬 Lyrics: 
Why are you hanging on 
So tight 
To the rope that I’m hanging from 
Off this island 
This was an escape plan 
Carefully timed it 
So let me go 
And dive into the waves below 

Who tends the orchards? 
Who fixes up the gables 
Emotional torture 
From the head of your high table 
Who fetches the water 
From the rocky mountain spring 
And walk back down again 
To feel you words and their sharp sting 
And I’m getting fucking tired 

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 
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking 
If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? 
As the silence haunts our bed chamber 
You make me do too much labour 

Apologies from my tongue 
Never yours 
Busy lapping from flowing cup 
And stabbing with your fork 
I know you’re a smart man 
And weaponise 
The false incompetence 
It’s dominance under guise 

If we had a daughter 
I’d watch and could not save her 
The emotional torture 
From the head of your high table 
She’d do what you taught her 
She’d meet the same cruel fate 
So now I’ve gotta run 
So I can undo this mistake 
At least I’ve gotta try 

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 
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking 
If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? 
As the silence haunts our bed chamber 
You make me do too much labour 

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid 
Nymph then virgin, nurse and 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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