Portugal
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Lyrics
hollowed and holy borrowed and brand the map's not the mountain the lay is not the land the waters of portugal beloved new the waters of anywhere as a city blooms all that I love will disappear even if I stay so I myself am going where my nervous blood will sway lost and leaving my fate and on the twelth day I'll take a stand one ghost of many I'll raise my hand all that I love will disappear even if I stay so I myself am going where my nervous blood will sway lost and leaving my fate
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:30
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 127 BPM