Fair To Midland - Quince | Текст песни

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You could've been raised in Africa
Lacked in our vigor
Been an X on the calendar
Losing our cool in Antarctica
So I put my coat on ya
The breeze was light burgundy

A northern star over Istanbul
So I sing you my martyr?s code
'Till you capture the sailboats
Subtracting the fees under carried time
Somewhere over the great divide
Clap like a canister

You could've been raised in Africa
Lacked in our vigor
Been an X on the calendar
Losing our cool in Antarctica
So I put my coat on ya

The breeze was light burgundy

I have an army suited and ready
For you to simply take a bite and steer
We?re more than prepared to fight this unfair
All you need do is tease your taste and steer

Your crimes
Are not mine or theirs
Weary from the wear you invent
I forget

For sometime
I've been underground
And dug to the sound of your breath?
I forget

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