Los Campesinos! - Coda a burn scar in the shape of the sooner state

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An ar^Ebtist's impression of the Man^Bbhattan skyline And a s^Gmoon to be burn scar in the pe^Fmrfect shape of the Sooner State I f^Eball to my knees, my p^Bbiss-soaked jeans The f^Gmirst time, the last time, all the t^Abimes in-between The f^Ebirst time, the last time, all the t^Bbimes I would've liked there to have b^Cmeen ^Ab

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