Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Rival Sons

I know you better than you think I do / You coulda stuck with me / But I guess a girl’s gotta do what she has to / Every now and then, my name passes your lips

See that stranger coming up the hill / Though you don’t recognize him, I know your preacher will / Got a voice like sugar, sugar in your teeth / And he could sing you any song now

On the mountain where I was born / There are trees that would call my name / On the wind they would bring a song / For every feral lead to claim