The Whore - Fields | Текст песни

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• The Whore
• Fields

I heard a whiff wind,
Had seen a silent hills,
But grass Is growing,
Under foots.
Get back,
For the wheat,
Its a,
Local food.
Where are you?
My star where?
I'm searching you?
My gain,
Is upstair,
My gain it's you.

*Chorus*
But all time,
I spend on the field,
With plow and rake.
Searching for you.
Clouds go,
So slow,
I'm trying,
Not to...
But all time,
I spend on the field,
With plow and rake.
Searching for you.
Clouds go,
So slow,
I'm trying,
Not to...

Every day,
I get up alone,
So foolishly,
Waiting for you.
But I made,
A big mistake,
When promised you.
Not to leave...
Where are you?
My Enemie where?
I'm searching you?
My gain,
Is upstair,
My gain it's you.

Chorus

My way,
Anyway,
Will be able to change.
I came,
On the fields,
No I can't.

Where are you?
My love?
Where are you?
My gain,
Is upstair,
I've lost you.

Chorus x2


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