And you wind me up like a toy soldier
Straight lined marching ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtil I fall over
I am fighting for the republic of you
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's what I intend toÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Caked in grime
From the subterranean train line
And the north south wind
Tunneling through the Brooklyn Bridge
And I pirate your apparel with my own two eyes
I am loving the idea of red lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
Pirate your apparel with my eyes
Loving the idea of red lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
And we set fire to us breathing
Bathe in ambrosia with me
And soak in sleepy leaves
I think God has given me angel wings
And you wind me up like a toy soldier
Straight lined marching ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtil I fall over
I am fighting for the republic of you
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's what I intend toÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Caked in grime
Bain Mattox - Republic Of You Lyrics
Bain Mattox - Republic Of You Lyrics
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And you wind me up like a toy soldier
Straight lined marching ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtil I fall over
I am fighting for the republic of you
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's what I intend toÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Caked in grime
From the subterranean train line
And the north south wind
Tunneling through the Brooklyn Bridge
And I pirate your apparel with my own two eyes
I am loving the idea of red lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
Pirate your apparel with my eyes
Loving the idea of red lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
And we set fire to us breathing
Bathe in ambrosia with me
And soak in sleepy leaves
I think God has given me angel wings
And you wind me up like a toy soldier
Straight lined marching ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtil I fall over
I am fighting for the republic of you
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's what I intend toÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Caked in grime
Straight lined marching ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtil I fall over
I am fighting for the republic of you
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's what I intend toÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Caked in grime
From the subterranean train line
And the north south wind
Tunneling through the Brooklyn Bridge
And I pirate your apparel with my own two eyes
I am loving the idea of red lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
Pirate your apparel with my eyes
Loving the idea of red lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
And we set fire to us breathing
Bathe in ambrosia with me
And soak in sleepy leaves
I think God has given me angel wings
And you wind me up like a toy soldier
Straight lined marching ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtil I fall over
I am fighting for the republic of you
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's what I intend toÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Caked in grime