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Create your own playlists and discover a vast musical repertoire of Indigenous artists on Nikamowin!
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Last night I dreamt I was the Princess of Monaco
And high up in my castle you couldn’t reach me anymore
You’ve been getting high off your Friday night blues
But you can save your half written love songs
Cause I’m moving on
I’ve got hands full of sky
You’ve got your buckets of rain
A denim, tattooed, six string kerosene
Oh come on love you why don’t you tell it like it is?
You’ve been waiting on someone
To take you away
So last night I dreamt I was the Princess of Monaco
Just diamonds, and fur, and bones on the floor
Oh come on love you were never on to be shy
Just admit it didn’t work out cause I wouldn’t live your lie
Oh honey child take you away
Yeah baby
Oh come on love you were never on to be shy
Just admit it didn’t work out cause I wouldn’t live your lie
Said I can’t live your lie
Nikamowin