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Guided By Voices
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The Finest Joke Is Upon Us
Mother, feeling your hand i Believe you and i did then And mother, release every bad seed The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter's cold They waited too long But we too exaggerated And i take the cake away It's a long song And i can play it so 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Give me a pick now collector of bones
Words of smoke Distorted, never broken Paradise is open but i choke One of these days when i see through the smoke That'll be the day i get the joke
(repeat from 'exposed to winter's cold')
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