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We are the rolling commune of unmade beds This village green wont hold my legs and i know Grass fingers make it slow Too fast this morning, our bed ridden ills their brood die with muddy gills i know Grass fingers make it slow Well we're all to weak now, to pin our hopes on Southern tracks, relentless slopes and i know Grass fingers make it slow We are the rolling commune of unmade beds this city green wont hold our legs i know Grass fingers make it slow Only the fearless Songtexteremain inconspicuous but they're minutes, just minutes away from us [verse one] assume that i will hide from you only the fearless remain inconspicuous but they're minutes, just minutes away from..... Aus Songtexte Mania