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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jocelyn Mackenzie
Jocelyn Mackenzie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jocelyn Mackenzie
Jocelyn Mackenzie
Composer
Sam McCormally
Sam McCormally
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jocelyn Mackenzie
Jocelyn Mackenzie
Producer
Nadim Issa
Nadim Issa
Mixing Engineer
Sam McCormally
Sam McCormally
Producer

Lyrics

Spend my days eating peaches in the sand
Ain't no better way
To occupy this tiny space I've been given
Between the sun and the land
Heard the oxen braying
You know, the pretty ones
Who yearn to be a man
I said
Well it is not half bad
You know
Despite zero defenses from the cold
We'll be The Brave Ones
And thrive out of earshot of what was
Fell into a depression in your hand
A pilgrim's palmistry
The arc of heart and head and crow's feet aside
I'd never been somebody's ICE
Give you little kisses
Until the fishes come
And learn to rule the land
Honey, well it is not that bad
You know
Despite our greatest efforts, we get old
We'll make depraved love
I have a geisha in my lung
We'll be The Brave Ones
Monday come and you shave my head again
That old domestic rite
An orbit and a new babooshka arrive
A century of silence gone by
Little Julia
I'll take you fishing by
The reservoir some time
Your brother, your cousins, some peaches and my
The dream of love will happen in the snow
We'll be The Brave Ones
We'll be The Brave Ones
We'll be The Brave Ones
We'll be The Brave Ones
Written by: Jocelyn Mackenzie, Sam McCormally
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