Pure HeatThe Mountain Goats
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[Verso 1]
The wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn
You come into the house, with your dress torn
[Estribillo]
I can see you now, as through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene
[Verso 2]
Your hair hangs down, over me
Your hair casts a shadow to cover me
[Estribillo]
I can see you now, as through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene
[Verso 3]
The wind from the north, cools me
The wind from the north, doesn't fool me
[Estribillo]
I can see you now, as through a screen
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene
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