The Concretes

The Concretes - Foreign Country lyrics

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He was reaching for my treasure as I held it high
Standing on a stool twelve feet high
Had it made in foreign country way out east
One on one we all must meet, bend them 'til they bleed

That's all I need 
That's all, that's all I need

Travelling on domestic train wont lead me astray
That was just an offer I had to, had to take
I had to take

That's all, that's all I know
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Author: Victoria Bergsman

Composer: Victoria Bergsman

Publisher: EMI Records, Astralwerks

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Language: English

Appearing on: The Concretes (2003)

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