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Portugal The Man Church Mouth

, I'm a skeptical boy And if you need help I'm not easily found We met the man in the deep deep south with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth

Look at him working wearing his hands to the bone just to prove where he came from The man?s always worried, the man only worries himself if his pay

me, I'm a skeptical boy And if you need help I'm not easily found We met the man in the deep deep south with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth

Claims, they crawled from those clouds and over mountains cried into the streams where they ran the length of past and time that called out with their

Did you ever see anyone did you ever known anyone speech trial come and lead my palms soil pressed to the knees and below because standing tall will

Stepping steps of floating floats that float above such shining notes they know (Just where/why their feet are moving) just where we should rest policed

Summer came and I lost my shoes while them purple gold linens, pressed them down in the basement and if don't you know or see them clouds Will step to