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Owen Pallett
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Oh Heartland, Up Yours!
The stars collected Each world accounted for Freed all the children Seems there is nothing more
If I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heaven And if heaven would not have me I would take the other option I will seek out my own satisfaction
From the wine lying the bedroom To the priest with his broken arrows There's a method to the madness They will feign an expression of sadness A called cattle-nation of locusts And the farmers are losing their focus On the pitch of the avenue grasses I will sing sing sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours
The hollow voice of Of fourteenth century Too much assumption to be taken seriously On the road like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beater With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simonia greeter Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handle
From the wine lying the bedroom To the priest with his broken arrows There's a method to the madness They will feign an expression of sadness A called cattle-nation of locusts And the farmers are losing their focus On the pitch of the avenue grasses I will sing sing sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours
(Oh violent lent violent lent violent lent)
I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here
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