Indie rock, Slow tempo, airy, atmospheric, sexy, moody, mysterious, haunting, dark, alternative country, Heartland, Americana, singer songwriter, lonely, sad, Male vocals, electric guitar, piano, organ, bass, drums, shaker, tambourine
You laugh with those eyes Your kiss feels like knives I wanna get me one Need to get me some These walls like to laugh At all that we have, and dont This aint no joke But everyones laughin The suns shining down on them Sirens sing sweetly Oh, love believe me Well build from the bottom And rise to the top Love those seeds, baby Rich is your crop This aint no joke But everyones laughin And the suns shining down on them
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