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The Woods
Drenge
Take a walk in the woods,
I've got a rasping in my chest,
My memory's kinda
Blurry like a VHS
If we fought last night,
I can't remember anything you said.
Just the sound of your voice
and a ringing in my head
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
This is the farm town,
This is the isle,
This is the casket,
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it won't mean anything at all,
Nothing's sacred, nothing's special,
To you
Take me dancing,
Or drive me round the block,
Play me scratched
CDs that never work,
I remember you lighting up,
And I remember you acting tough,
I can't remember anything you said
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
This is the farm town,
This is the isle,
This is the casket,
And this is the steeple
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
This is the farm town,
This is the isle,
This is the casket,
And this is the steeple
compositores: EOIN GEORGE LOVELESS, RORY FRANCIS LOVELESS
I've got a rasping in my chest,
My memory's kinda
Blurry like a VHS
If we fought last night,
I can't remember anything you said.
Just the sound of your voice
and a ringing in my head
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
This is the farm town,
This is the isle,
This is the casket,
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it won't mean anything at all,
Nothing's sacred, nothing's special,
To you
Take me dancing,
Or drive me round the block,
Play me scratched
CDs that never work,
I remember you lighting up,
And I remember you acting tough,
I can't remember anything you said
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
This is the farm town,
This is the isle,
This is the casket,
And this is the steeple
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
This is the farm town,
This is the isle,
This is the casket,
And this is the steeple
compositores: EOIN GEORGE LOVELESS, RORY FRANCIS LOVELESS
