Little Big League - Settlers

Settlers
I’ve been finding little hairs, little teeth and little 
But no is no is no 
We serve our time with hands between and hands within 
But no is no is no 

So we cast up a spell 
A dry spell 
To replace the violent streak 
In you, in me 

Oh my god it's fucking sick the stockholm grip you've got on me
I'd settle to know that you're alive 
Do you still fever? Are you temperate? 
Does your heart still beat in time?

Written by:
Michelle Chongmi Zauner, Kevin O'Halloran, Deven Patrick Craige, Ian Dykstra

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