Native
Native - What Are You Dylan In My House lyrics
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With friends, come contracts. This fame is boughten. Patrons are unripe, a year’s what keeps them. The trees with same rings, grin with their limbs. Approval, like satire, the roots are unread. The trees, with same rings, are turning their heads. Make me a medal (concocted with falseness) It’s building the firmness. Action! Enactment! Can’t fool the wise, this crowd is transparent. Sharp on, the outside. Close off, the inside.