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Weave A Noose, Burn The Bear Lyrics
by Fields
Son, what did your mother do Weaken my mind You just weaken my mind
Break these rules that control you Break my resolve You just break my resolve
Ride heavy to lovers arms Smothering arms These are smothering arms
Ill keep you safe you wont come to harm Bring me to harm Please just bring me to harm
Theres a place we ought to go These fields are dead and i should know
Winter corners from behind We dont mind Cause were already cold And our words they are bitter now
Summer gold skin on you Burnt by your hand I was burnt by your hand
Wasted weeks feeling bitter and blue Bitter and blue, i was bitter and blue
Take hold to your lovers charms Accommodate you To accommodate you
Traded on things that were hidden in lies Hidden from you They were hidden from you
Theres a place we ought to go These fields are dead and i should know
Winter corners from behind We dont mind Cause were already cold And our words they are bitter now
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