Songtexte I'm Not My Season - Solstice Version - Fleet Foxes
                                                Blood 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                blood, 
                                                skin 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                in 
                                                roundeley 
                                                water 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wanna 
                                                face 
                                                the 
                                                condition 
                                                you're 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                old 
                                                wrenches 
                                                hardly 
                                                turn 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                catch 
                                                    a 
                                                thrown 
                                                line, 
                                                tied 
                                                around 
                                                neat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Circle 
                                                once 
                                                about, 
                                                please 
                                                allow 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                paw 
                                                coming 
                                                off 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                cheeks
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                weak, 
                                                but 
                                                    a 
                                                leaf 
                                                is 
                                                turnin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                move, 
                                                lightly 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Try 
                                                to, 
                                                lightly 
                                                ever 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                leaf
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                    I 
                                                like 
                                                summer 
                                                light 
                                                on 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                we 
                                                ride 
                                                    a 
                                                winter 
                                                long 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                time's 
                                                not 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                season 
                                                I'm 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holdin' 
                                                on 
                                                close, 
                                                holdin' 
                                                on 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Any 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                ring 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                bring 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                beachwood 
                                                pyre, 
                                                good 
                                                news
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                wet, 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                catchin' 
                                                easy
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                move, 
                                                lightly 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Try 
                                                to, 
                                                gently 
                                                ever 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                leaf
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                    I 
                                                like 
                                                summer 
                                                light 
                                                on 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                we 
                                                ride 
                                                    a 
                                                winter 
                                                long 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                time's 
                                                not 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you're 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                season 
                                                you're 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
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2 Sunblind - Solstice Version
3 In The Morning - Solstice Version
4 Tiger Mountain Peasant Song - Solstice Version
5 Maestranza - Solstice Version
6 Helplessness Blues - Solstice Version
7 Silver Dagger - Solstice Version
8 Featherweight - Solstice Version
9 A Long Way Past The Past - Solstice Version
10 Blue Spotted Tail - Solstice Version
11 If You Need To, Keep Time on Me - Solstice Version
12 I'm Not My Season - Solstice Version
13 Can I Believe You - Solstice Version
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