Lyrics
He was reaching for my treasure as I held it high
Standing on a stool, twelve feet high
Had it made in foreign country way out east
One on one we all must meet bend them 'til they bleed
That's all I need
That's all, that's all I need
Traveling on domestic train won't lead me astray
That was just an offer I had to, had to take
I had to take
That's all, that's all I know
Standing on a stool, twelve feet high
Had it made in foreign country way out east
One on one we all must meet bend them 'til they bleed
That's all I need
That's all, that's all I need
Traveling on domestic train won't lead me astray
That was just an offer I had to, had to take
I had to take
That's all, that's all I know
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Artist The Concretes
Added 13 hours ago