Fair To Midland - Quince - Sözleri

You could've been raised in africa

We 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 burgandy

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 some time

I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath










		
			



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