Letra de Going To Bangor
The Mountain Goats
Going To Bangor
The Mountain Goats
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[Verso 1]
The ocean wind cold on our lips
Wild fern growing, sinking ships
All the signs are easy to read
[Verso 2]
In the morning you come my way
Your skin is pink, the sky is gray
There's fresh cranberries in your mouth
With thick red water dripping out
You expect me to believe everything you say
Well, okay
The ocean wind cold on our lips
Wild fern growing, sinking ships
All the signs are easy to read
[Verso 2]
In the morning you come my way
Your skin is pink, the sky is gray
There's fresh cranberries in your mouth
With thick red water dripping out
You expect me to believe everything you say
Well, okay
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