Song | Sharp Briar |
Artist | The American Analog Set |
Album | Set Free |
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And even when you show me your teeth, dear | |
Like any animal in the world | |
Or running on your very own feet now | |
Ever since you knew that you could | |
And you could, you could, you could, you could | |
And breathing through a polymer filter | |
It never seem to do you no good | |
'Cause even with the filters they kill you | |
Kill you, huh baby? So mature | |
(Repeat x12) | |
In the sharp briar |