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Oh, move a little slower Now that it's over The tide tickles at your toes Now that the horses are gone Still, hills outside stop glowing As darkness moves to night Lay until your eyes close And wake from the morning light Oh, I don't belive it's just a matter of time Replacement keys is all he has to find Well these curves breed an awful state of mind These curves breed an awful An awful state of mind Ride, troubled in your own skin Bound to discover That the colour of your known sin Would sicken your brother Oh, I don't belive it's just a matter of time Replacement keys is all he has to find Well these curves breed an awful state of mind These curves breed an awful An awful state of mind see less Credits Released August 25, 2019 Mastered by Fergal Davis
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