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Bel Plaine – Flour Drawing lyrics
The berries on the way home from the barn
Stop running the wasp won't do you no harm
The faces I would make, baking the cake with my mom
I wanted to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond
My father tapping the blade in the foam
He's sweaty, his leather hands green as the lawn
Now take me to the woods, show me the ruins, make a bow
I wanted to achieve, call me naive, I'll prove you wrong
And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall
I can't decide which one should better fall
And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly
I keep them all inside our sacred ship
My brothers breaking the slates on the roof
They're sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the truth
Now pick out your disguise, choose the right size young indian
We'll climb up the old trees, what's overseas, leave your land
And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall
I can't decide which one should better fall
And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly
I keep them all inside our sacred ship
And now that I'm older, with my head and my heart
I'll make you king and queen
I won't resign 'til you get what you've bet
Stop running the wasp won't do you no harm
The faces I would make, baking the cake with my mom
I wanted to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond
My father tapping the blade in the foam
He's sweaty, his leather hands green as the lawn
Now take me to the woods, show me the ruins, make a bow
I wanted to achieve, call me naive, I'll prove you wrong
And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall
I can't decide which one should better fall
And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly
I keep them all inside our sacred ship
My brothers breaking the slates on the roof
They're sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the truth
Now pick out your disguise, choose the right size young indian
We'll climb up the old trees, what's overseas, leave your land
And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall
I can't decide which one should better fall
And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly
I keep them all inside our sacred ship
And now that I'm older, with my head and my heart
I'll make you king and queen
I won't resign 'til you get what you've bet
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