Blood Sports
de Luke De-Sciscio
Soft as soufflé
Rich as pine
Count the days until your mine
Summer fades and autumn riles
Count the ways in which I'm fine
And I dreamt you again
The rhythm falling through my head
It's primal
It's primitive
Revolver without question
We stare at him
Till he stares back
Soldiers made of sand
Bent on pushing back the ocean
Though often times I beg for it
I want it on my terms
And I dreamt you again
The rhythm falling through my head
It's just the slow coarse of blood beneath the dome
Rationalising distances to keep my love from everyone
Though half the time I beg for it I vow to never learn
Love has been deprived for so long
And I dreamt you again
The rhythm dancing through my head
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R.O.B.Y.N.
Good Bye Folk Boy
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Spinning
Spinning
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I Had A Boat
If one thing were different, nothing would be the same
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An Honour
Extended folk boy playlist
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Negative Attraction
Extended folk boy playlist
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Lament
LOVE
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Milk And Blood
Theo
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Winsome
Good Bye Folk Boy
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Plumb Loco
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I'm A Dream Fighting Out Of A Man
Good Bye Folk Boy
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Spin On
Good Bye Folk Boy
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Told You
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Two Way Doors
Good Bye Folk Boy
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Smaller Flames
Good Bye Folk Boy
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I May Never Fall In Love With Everyone
Good Bye Folk Boy
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Baby, it's okay, I'm here, wake up
Good Bye Folk Boy
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New Skin
Good Bye Folk Boy
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I'll Die A Little
If one thing were different, nothing would be the same
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To Love (a Love That Gets Away)
If one thing were different, nothing would be the same
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Heron's Nest
If one thing were different, nothing would be the same
