Loch Lomond - The Young lyrics

[Loch Lomond - The Young lyrics]

The young bleed the most
The blood feeds the land
And I love you more
When you, you have more, dear

The land makes more young
And the young makes more young

I think we're stuck
A bloodied head
The more we work
The less we get

The wasp hides his breath
The rabbit hides his head
I hate you less
When I, I have less

The lights count their coins
The dark loves it's dead

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