Atlas Sound - Hunting Quail lyrics
[Atlas Sound - Hunting Quail lyrics]
When they bring four eyes
When they told me surprise
They bring whole eyes keep the heads frozen
They print change of scene will i be older?
Will i be older? My father took me
On a trip hunting we didn't catch a thing
Blame it on the weather we went back home
To the cabin prepared for us
Build a fire, will you?
Bring the wood, bring the wood
I would not count on it
I would not count on it someday even
Murder my own memory
When they told me surprise
They bring whole eyes keep the heads frozen
They print change of scene will i be older?
Will i be older? My father took me
On a trip hunting we didn't catch a thing
Blame it on the weather we went back home
To the cabin prepared for us
Build a fire, will you?
Bring the wood, bring the wood
I would not count on it
I would not count on it someday even
Murder my own memory
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