Going To Bangkor Songtext

Mountain Goats, The

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Going To Bangkor Songtext
the ocean wind cold on our lips,

the wild fern growing, sinking ships,

all the signs are easy to read.



in the morning you come my way,
your skin is pink, the sky is gray,

there's fresh cranberries in you mouth

with thick red water dripping out.

you expect me to believe everything you say, well okay
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