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Artiste:
Pree
Titre:
Lack of Flight
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What's a fight with the right to keep it clean What's to hung(?) from an angle of defeat With every sip we live outside our means Think we'll all go gray and go to sleep Go gray and go to sleep Sell a tale at a price we can agree What's to hum(?) in charging for what's free Look around what's to stop them from belief Put your arms away where they can never reach Oh where they can never reach What ghost is rattling your front porch Can't tell what's golden upon his head I know you'll offer up the full cost You'll wait for hours until they What ghost is rattling your front porch Can't tell what's golden upon his head I know you'll offer up the full cost You'll wait for hours until they I fan the flames until they We've only hours til all is said and done Never cast a shadow in your life Fell asleep for longer then we like Seemed to pass the same moon every night It's only bright enough to show a lack of light It's only bright enough to show a lack of light It's only bright enough to show a lack of light It's only bright enough to show a lack of Meet you outside the cemetery Take your time boy I'm in no hurry Came across all the swords you buried Tell me what it's like to never worry Tell me what it's like to never worry The water spilt and it's driven up the grain Crack a smile hope it slips into the vein Different words but I'm sure we mean the same So we'll say when we're carving up the blame And we've all run out of names What ghost is rattling your front porch Can't tell what's golden upon his head I know you'll offer up the full cost They'll wait for hours until they What ghost is rattling your front porch Can't tell what's golden upon his head I know you'll offer up the full cost I fan the flames until they They'll wait for hours until they I'll fan the flames until they're fed Oh until they're fed