Pieces Of Lyrics – Frank & Beans

Pieces Of Lyrics by Frank & Beans

I’m finding pieces of tiny flowers on a wet footpath
I’m finding pieces of the smell of midweek morning mass
I’m finding pieces of being alone in the middle of the ocean on a raft
Homegrown spuds with Golden Cow mashed

Priests doing coke young one’s said, “Class”
A tonne of hungry fish caught in a single cast
Going golfing with a slightly bent shaft
Foreign minds blown by a foreign blast

Cool wet lips from a Guinness draft
Hopeless young wrists getting slashed
I’m finding pieces of pieces at long last
I’m finding pieces of pieces at long last

I’m finding pieces of pieces at long last
I’m finding pieces of pieces at long last
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Frank & Beans Lyrics – Pieces Of

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