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  1. May 15, 2014 · First Love / Late Spring Lyrics: The black hole of the window where you sleep / The night breeze carries something sweet, a peach tree / Wild women don't get the blues, but I...

  2. Mitski Lyrics. "First Love / Late Spring". The black hole of the window where you sleep. The night breeze carries something sweet, a peach tree. Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that lately, I've been crying like a tall child. So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe.

  3. Nov 2, 2018 · mitski - first love/late spring (lyrics) pearly dewdrops. 3.51K subscribers. Subscribed. 94K. 4.4M views 5 years ago.

  4. First Love/Late Spring Lyrics by Mitski from the Bury Me at Makeout Creek album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The black hole Of the Window Where you sleep The night breeze Carries Something sweet A peach tree …

  5. Jun 17, 2023 · “First Love/Late Spring” from the album Bury Me at Makeout Creek by Mitski. Listen to Bury Me at Makeout Creek:https://mitski.deadoc.co/bury-me-at-makeout-cr...

  6. Mitski (ミツキ) First Love/Late Spring lyrics: The black hole of the window where you sleep / The night breeze carries...

  7. Mitski - First Love / Late Spring Lyrics. the black hole of the window where you sleep the night breeze carries something sweet a peach tree wild women don't get the blues but I fi.

  8. May 15, 2014 · First Love / Late Spring by Mitski, released 15 May 2014 the black hole of the window where you sleep the night breeze carries something sweet a peach tree wild women don't get the blues but I find that lately I've been crying like a tall child so please hurry leave me I can't breathe please don't say you love me 胸がはち切れ ...

  9. May 10, 2024 · Mitski - First Love/Late Spring (Lyrics)Mitski - First Love/Late Spring (Lyrics)Mitski - First Love/Late Spring (Lyrics)---The black holeOf theWindowWhere yo...

  10. Mitski. – First Love/Late Spring Lyrics. [Verse 1] The black hole of the window where you sleep. The night breeze carries something sweet. A peach tree. Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that. Lately I've been crying like a tall child.