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- Band of Horses St. Augustine 歌词
- Band of Horses
- silver scents of
Saint Augustinefire in the groundbetween my better teethwe're dancing on the poison in their gravesat the end of the nightwe'd all seen better daysi know you triedi know you're cursedi know your best was still your worstwhen
Hollywood was calling out your nameif i stayed behindwould you let your hair grow?i will forgetthe favors that you owe
I'm dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms brightlet's bury ourselvesand go haunt someone tonighti know you triedi know you're cursedi know your best was still your worstwhen
Hollywood was calling out your name
Saint Augustine
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