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Lincoln

by FIELDS

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I'm back in the Lincoln, carelessly wandering, haplessly pondering a means to not be alone
High at the wrong time, the right side of Boston, where hope often sees the invisible

Fast romance for the innocent persuaded by the noise

Of the lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
Getting lost, in the hope of being saved

There might be a reason to refuse transgression, but between the heart and the harder truth, still I'm struggling
Raised by the virtue of mindless seduction to promising views, in my older youth I declare, this dream is elsewhere

Desperate, yet consummate as we're yearning to be found

With the lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
Getting lost, in the hope of being saved

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released April 3, 2020
Track recorded at Hellfire Studio, Dublin
Engineer: Joe McGrath
Production: Joe McGrath / Des Brodie
Mixing: Ivan Jackman

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