Chrissie Hynde - Tourniquet (Cynthia Anne) lyrics
[Chrissie Hynde - Tourniquet Cynthia Anne lyrics]
Spin me a yarn and draw me inside
If you make me believe, I will come to you
Tell me a lie and string me along
Put your hands on my eyes and
Hold tight when you
Pin me down, oh-so-tight
By my phantom wrists
A tourniquet, stop the bleeding
The arms that held him, now they're gone
Promise me hope and help me to cope
With this town of nine gates
In it's final throes
Bring me supplies of blankets and hides
Put me into old newspaper clothes
Turn me out to the field and untie me
A tourniquet, stop the bleeding
The arms that held him, now they're gone
Now they're gone
If you make me believe, I will come to you
Tell me a lie and string me along
Put your hands on my eyes and
Hold tight when you
Pin me down, oh-so-tight
By my phantom wrists
A tourniquet, stop the bleeding
The arms that held him, now they're gone
Promise me hope and help me to cope
With this town of nine gates
In it's final throes
Bring me supplies of blankets and hides
Put me into old newspaper clothes
Turn me out to the field and untie me
A tourniquet, stop the bleeding
The arms that held him, now they're gone
Now they're gone
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