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Hunting Quail

This song is by Atlas Sound.

When they bring four eyes
When they told me surprise
They bring whole eyes
Keep the heads frozen
They print change of scene
Will I be older?
Will I be older?
My father took me
On a trip hunting
We didn't catch a thing
Blame it on the weather
We went back home
To the cabin prepared for us
Build a fire, will you?
Bring the wood, bring the wood
I would not count on it
I would not count on it
Someday even
Murder my own memory

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