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Sand beneath your tongue
Hold your body warm.
Grip your pillow tight,
keeps you warm at night.
Papa don't say my woes,
Now I'm a whore
papa don't sell my soul
Now I'm a whore
Grass between your toes,
gusty winds that blow
Jellyfish in the sea,
Papa don't say my woes,
now I'm a whore.
Papa don't sell my soul,
now I'm a whore.
Papa don't say my woes,
now I'm a whore.
Papa don't sell my soul,

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White Arrows may never divulge the source of their strange magic, but it's hard not to picture a mystic dance floor hidden in the midst of a tropical rainforest. The Los Angeles, California, band stands at these balmy crossroads like a vision from an alternate reality: classic without leaning on nostalgia, visionary but not unfamiliar. What should be a collision of sounds and styles—ritualistic rhythm and four-four thump, synth sequences and strummed guitars, garage-y grind and airy atmosphere—is, in this quintet's capable hands, a fluidly seething whole.

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