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