Текст песни Raised - Hailey Whitters
I
breathe
it
in
like
morning
wind
Through
pampas
grass,
I'll
make
it
last
Like
my
last
twenty
Oh,
ain't
it
funny?
How
even
when
it's
wrong,
I
come
on
strong
Like
coffee
black,
I'll
burn
as
fast
as
a
box
fan
hummin'
Oh,
I
ain't
runnin'
from
nothin'
I
can't
help
that
I'm
this
way
My
heart
goes
wild
and
that
won't
change
If
I
take
this
love
right
to
my
grave
It
is
'cause
I
fault
how
I
was
raised,
hey
I
wear
it
proud
like
Mama's
house
Or
a
Sunday
dress,
that's
still
the
test
of
a
Christmas
Eve
It's
all
on
my
sleeve
So
bring
on
the
dry
spell,
tell
me
the
hard
truth
Let's
take
the
long
way,
that's
what
I'm
used
to
When
makin'
this
bet,
if
you're
all
in
Put
on
your
seatbelt,
if
you
can't
tell
I
can't
help
that
I'm
this
way
My
heart
goes
wild
and
that
won't
change
If
I
take
this
love
right
to
my
grave
It's
'cause
I
fault
how
I
was
raised,
hey
Headfirst,
I'm
jumpin'
A
little
dirt
don't
hurt
nothin'
I
know
it's
worth
more
than
gold
This
hand
you
hold,
I
know
you
know
that
I
can't
help
that
I'm
this
way
I'll
take
you
to
the
grave,
right
to
the
grave,
yeah
I
can't
help
that
I'm
this
way,
oh
I'm
all
in
and
that
won't
change
If
I
take
this
love
right
to
my
grave
It
is
'cause
I
fault
how
I
was
raised,
hey
Headfirst,
I'm
jumpin'
A
little
dirt
don't
hurt
nothin'
1 Ad Astra Per Alas Porci
2 Raised
3 Everything She Ain’t
4 Big Family
5 Middle of America (feat. American Aquarium)
6 Plain Jane
7 College Town
8 Interlude
9 Boys Back Home
10 Everybody Oughta
11 Pretty Boy
12 The Neon
13 The Grassman
14 Our Grass Is Legal
15 Beer Tastes Better
16 In a Field Somewhere
17 Ad Astra Per Alas Porci (Reprise)
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