© by Florian Fritsch
(Klick macht groß)
but I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told
And here we sit / Singing words nobody taught us / Drinking fire and spitting sawdust / Trying to teach ourselves to breathe / We haven’t yet / But every chorus brings us closer / Every flyer and every poster / Gives a piece of what we need / And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold / You’d be better off to drink your coffee black / But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told / God bless the busted boat that brings us back
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