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paris paloma - his land lyrics

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[verse 1]
i smelt smoke on the wheezing of the wind when i awoke
a pyre of memory, some fly+tipped treasury out there burning slow
dark soaked fields and the snuffling wet noses at my heels
suddenly hackles raise at the crackling of the blaze out there burning slow

[chorus]
and sometimes i catch him
with his axe in the shadow
so secretive and private
but i’m breathin’ in his life when
he’s out there burning slow

[verse 2]
what a h++rd! it should be wild, it should be where wanderers walk
that hidden wood of green, the lake that he gatekeeps, yet i know not what for
i would tread, build a fire and make the forest floor my bed
i would forage for my meal, and in doing start to heal, but instead

[chorus]
all the time, i covet
what he covers by the hedgerow
so secretive and private
but i’m breathing in his life when
he’s out there burning slow
[bridge]
ooh+ah+ah
ooh+la+la+ooh
ooh+ah+ah

[chorus]
and sometimes i catch him
with his axe in the shadow
so secretive and private
but i’m breathing in his life when
he’s out there burning slow

- paris paloma lyrics

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