Pedro the Lion The Fleecing Lyrics

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Deep green hills whose shoulders fade into thick grey
Tall wet grass whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep
Whose fleecing makes a fool of me
Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble for every stupid struggle I don't know

I could buy you a drink
I could tell you all about it
I could tell you why I doubt it and why I still believe
I can't say it like I sing it

I can't sing it like I think it
I can't think like I feel it
And I don't feel a thing
Why I still believe it

Why I need it
And what the pharisees can't see
We'd have more drinks
And speak of so many things
But I don't know you and you don't know me

Written by: David Shannon Bazan

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