Vampire Weekend

Vampire Weekend - Jonathan Low songtekst

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Last born of the clan first one to be free 

Lived inside a house, beneath the hangin tree 

... 

That chilled him to the bone 

Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones 



Blood of his men was gone beneath snow 

He picked up his knife and his bow 

Killer of Jonathan Low 



Violence from without and anger from within 

Crawling through the fields informin next of kin 

They all turned their backs but they all knew his name 

And if he could return they'd probably do the same 



Blood of his friends was gone beneath snow 

For all that I know, he died, killer of Jonathan Low 



The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow 

For all that I know, he died 

Killer of Jonathan Low
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