The Concretes - Foreign Country

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 'till they bleed
That's all I need, that's all I need
Traveling 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.

Written by:
DANIEL VARJO, LISA MILBERG, LUDVIG RYLANDER, MARIA ERIKSSON, MARTIN HANSSON, PER NYSTROM, VICTORIA BERGSMAN

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