Smaller at the Nose

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Robert Jones - Rock

Smaller at the Nose

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(I was caught with my head buried in the sand and can only hope that it won't happen again. I have tied my Friday's hands, but everything reminds me of you.) Before I left for good a cloudless sky cooled itself down with a rain That should of made me smile but instead my cheeks ran red rosed Hush, hush, I'm trying to forget Soldiers take your mark and then complain that the barrels of your Guns seem to get smaller at the nose and oh what a war this would Be, it'd be quite the handy fight for he with hands Through the doors and in the light, people bеgan flowing in remotely Like disgruntlеd sheep at their best which wasn't good at all, no not For these doughty eyes of mine We've never gained and yet we've won No we've never gained and yet we've won I've never gained

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Credits

Producers
  • Robert Jones
  • Britton Beisenherz