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Fineshrine
Purity Ring Lyrics


Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms, or maybe under, under you

I'll put the South pockets gladly
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
splitting threads of thunder over me

That I might see with my chest and sink
into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
on all the edges round you, round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The London baby crowns over you

Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms, or maybe under, under you

I'll put the South pockets gladly
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You'd make a fine shrine in me
You'd build a fine shrine to me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The London baby crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms, or maybe under, under you

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Corin Roddick, Megan James

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Andrés Garzón

"Fineshrine"

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you

I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink
On all the edges round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you

I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine in me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink
On all the edges round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you



Eduardo Mendoza

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you

I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink
On all the edges round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you

I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine in me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink
On all the edges round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you



All comments from YouTube:

Glenn Bill

I found this song in the most trashiest way ever ... I was watching porn and the girl that was stripping was listening to this song on a CD player in the background so I had to Shazam it off a porn video 😂

cuz imryte

Now you've peaked my interest as to what scene you were watching in which they actually played good music.

countryside_guy

Respect for the honesty 👍

Mariela Medina

They do be gettin' off on some fire music 😭

Sylvi Puzzlewell

I found it through porn too, though through a different, um, kinda niche one.

Winter Green

😂

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Kat McGee

The kind of song that makes you wanna open all the windows of your house and play it on max volume, with a gentle breeze blowing, white curtains dancing about, hoping the next day you'll feel a little better about life.

Pedro Gonzalez

Can confirm

busybee

An reminisce a bit whilst smashin a bottle of vodka

Tony Hall

Kinda doing this right now!

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