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To the Flea Market Video (MV)




Performed By: Austina
Language: English
Written by: Austina Hand




Austina - To the Flea Market Lyrics




Taking in the scenery
The golf course and the greenery
One day when my heart is still,
I'll see it from above
Dogs behind their cherry fence
Crying out at here-and-wents
Soon they'll learn their lesson
When they're met with a resolve

Oh-oh-oh

Wave hello to the woman in the car
One of the most striking faces I've ever seen
And in a week, I'll forget every part

Carve my own past away with a warm knife
Bike to the flea market again
Just to feel somebody's life in my hands
I know that time is a friend
Forgetting of no one in the end but me

Breaking in my new address
Undomestic, bodiless

Clothes I worn in drawers I've closed
To prove that I'm there
Now I am become again
Holding by a bobby pin
Feel it slip and here it land
As soft as my hair

Carve my own past away with a warm knife
Bike to the flea market again
Just to feel somebody's life in my hands
I know that time is a friend
Forgetting of no one in the end but me
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Taking in the scenery
The golf course and the greenery
One day when my heart is still,
I'll see it from above
Dogs behind their cherry fence
Crying out at here-and-wents
Soon they'll learn their lesson
When they're met with a resolve

Oh-oh-oh

Wave hello to the woman in the car
One of the most striking faces I've ever seen
And in a week, I'll forget every part

Carve my own past away with a warm knife
Bike to the flea market again
Just to feel somebody's life in my hands
I know that time is a friend
Forgetting of no one in the end but me

Breaking in my new address
Undomestic, bodiless

Clothes I worn in drawers I've closed
To prove that I'm there
Now I am become again
Holding by a bobby pin
Feel it slip and here it land
As soft as my hair

Carve my own past away with a warm knife
Bike to the flea market again
Just to feel somebody's life in my hands
I know that time is a friend
Forgetting of no one in the end but me
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Writer: Austina Hand
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