Letra

Poisoned hollowed townies Wallow on the corners Take the power lines back home Burn the tallied autos Count the highest collar Take their woes and daughters home No burden kept, in calling lies This is our time to feel Just hardened heads to realign This is our time to kill Leave our hallowed county Wade into waters Piecing puzzles on your own Age in patient autumn Paying no mind to quarrel Wash the colours from the board No burden kept, in calling lies This is our time to feel Just hardened heads to realign This is our time to kill A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck No burden kept, in calling lies This is our time to feel Just hardened heads to realign This is our time to kill A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck A phone line, a deft touch, a hard look, this wasted luck
Writer(s): Matthew Douglas Neil Lyall, Jeffrey Mitchelmore, Murray Hugh Mckenzie, Louise Burns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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