Quince

Quince 歌词

歌曲 Quince
歌手 Fair to Midland
专辑 Inter. Funda. Stifle
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You could’ve been raised in
AfricaLacked 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
IstanbulSo
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
AfricaLacked 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 forgetFor sometime
I’ve been underground
And dug to the sound of your breath…
I forget
You could' ve been raised in
AfricaLacked 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
IstanbulSo
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
AfricaLacked 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 forgetFor sometime
I' ve been underground
And dug to the sound of your breath
I forget
You could' ve been raised in
AfricaLacked 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
IstanbulSo
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
AfricaLacked 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 forgetFor sometime
I' ve been underground
And dug to the sound of your breath
I forget
Quince 歌词

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