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Wolf Parade – Soldier's Grin lyrics
In my head there's a city at night
Static gauge with the rush and the lights
Now it's concourse you look very fine
But this place here is no friend of mine
And what you know can only mean one thing
And what you know can only mean one thing
Rooted to the place that you spring from
And this dirt was a building before
Shut it down before they opened the door
Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry
What is passed, we'll just leave it behind
And I rode
Horse shapen fire, draggin' stereo wire
And we rode
Chemicals on 'till the breaking of dawn
And I rose
Over a town raised up by the sound of it's drone
And I rode
Higher than forces that can't make the horses lay down
This place here is no friend of mine
What is passed, we'll just leave it behind
And what you know could only mean one thing
And what you know could only mean one thing
Rooted to the place that you spring from
Static gauge with the rush and the lights
Now it's concourse you look very fine
But this place here is no friend of mine
And what you know can only mean one thing
And what you know can only mean one thing
Rooted to the place that you spring from
And this dirt was a building before
Shut it down before they opened the door
Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry
What is passed, we'll just leave it behind
And I rode
Horse shapen fire, draggin' stereo wire
And we rode
Chemicals on 'till the breaking of dawn
And I rose
Over a town raised up by the sound of it's drone
And I rode
Higher than forces that can't make the horses lay down
This place here is no friend of mine
What is passed, we'll just leave it behind
And what you know could only mean one thing
And what you know could only mean one thing
Rooted to the place that you spring from
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