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letra de rotten country - even briar

you don’t remember the last time that we spoke but i do
they always warned you about growing too fast but they made you
guarding your body from the sunlight for months, you look paler
looks like you bled out the parts of you that gave you colour

your little brother was so stubborn at school
i guess he thought it made him look cool
but when they pulled him from that flooded hole
he looked as if he wished he hadn’t been such a fool

waited for an excuse just to answer the call
he was the archetypal hero after all
thеy say he went out with great gallantry
but somеwhere they’re still scr-ping bits of him off the trees

i’m not like the boys on the posters i don’t ever think i’d die for this place
but i love the way the spring breeze makes the leaves on the trees shake
and if it’s all the same i love the streams and greens and greys
you look back and you say with a sigh
“i hate this rotten country but it’s mine”

born to early to experience change
born to late to believe in god
do you ever think deep down human beings are incapable of love
‘cause
they’ll create a circus
to give them some purpose
never concerned with being a good person
false promises enough to make you reject your sh-ll
they expect you to act normal when you’ve just been through h-ll
and i said i can relate
this beautiful blindness is starting to become something that i hate
and if there’s nothing left to say anymore
so let’s just walk until we can’t anymore

i’m not like the boys on the posters i don’t ever think i’d die for this place
but i love the way the spring breeze makes the leaves on the trees shake
not sure how to comply
when they say they’re happy and they lie
but i still keep watching the birds in the sky
i hate this rotten country but it’s mine

time is dragging, statements become whispers
we stand connecting where they can’t listen in
“do you ever worry that you could be next?”
you said “first i have to worry about this wound on my leg”

it’s taken me a little time to realise that i like his face
i met him limping by the path down the stream
i forgot his eyes were blue not grey

i’m not like the boys on the posters i don’t ever think i’d die for this place
but i love the way the spring breeze makes the leaves on the trees shake
and in another life
am i yours and are you mine?
we don’t hurt and everything’s fine?
i hate this rotten country
i hate this rotten country but it’s mine
it’s mine

- even briar

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