| His Orchestra – Antarctica Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I think: She was the thorn of trees Searching for me, a breeze Should be: She was the tall oak tree Such a familiar breeze I could be wrong though. Other than that there are just a few words missing. |
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| His Orchestra – Attached Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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This is what I hear, whether or not this is correct I don't know. I'm pretty sure that the ultimatum line is correct though. I don't like ultimatums up on me, up on me I don't like the way they rub on my sleeve, on my sleeve I don't like what I hear, or what I see, what I see I don't like this notion and it's killing me, killing me |
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