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Burgh Island
by Ben Howard
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With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go,
And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke
And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold,
And I screamed at Burgh Island in sepia tones.
And if I was ever to leave, I'd say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known.
With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go,
And the sun tries you so long,
And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold,
And we'll break for it on Burgh Island in sepia tones.
And if I was ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known.
Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind
'Cause I heard each song, the man is a fickle child,
The one blowing.
Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind
'Cause I heard each song, the man is a fickle child,
The one blowing.
With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go,
And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke
And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold,
And I screamed at Burgh Island in sepia tones.
And if I was ever to leave, I'd say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known.
With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go,
And the sun tries you so long,
And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold,
And we'll break for it on Burgh Island in sepia tones.
And if I was ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known.
Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind
'Cause I heard each song, the man is a fickle child,
The one blowing.
Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind
'Cause I heard each song, the man is a fickle child,
The one blowing.
