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• Artiste: Freya Ridings
• Titre: Wither On The Vine
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Wither on the vine My mother told me I’d feel kind Seeing you tonight has done nothing to change my mind You let me go And you crushed me slow (Wither, wither, wither) Shiver down my spine My father told me to be wise Seeing you tonight has only showed me I was blind Well now you know (Wither, wither, wither) That I loved you so (Wither, wither, wither on the vine) Only way you know it’s over Do you wanna pull me closer God you let me down God you let me down Only way you know I’m healing Do you wanna stop me leaving God you put mе out And I can put this down I say wither on the vine Withеr on the vine (wither on the vine) My mother told me (wither on the vine) My mother told me (wither on the vine) Bitter was the rind but I still ate it every time Covered up the rose with the soured clementine Couldn’t grow, no, no, no Your poisoned soul, oh, oh, oh Only way you know it’s over Do you wanna pull me closer God you let me down Thank God you let me down Feel your hand on my shoulder He'll say it’s never over God you put me out And I can put this down I say wither on the vine Wither on the vine (wither on the vine) My mother told me (wither on the vine) My mother told me (wither on the vine) Wither on the vine My brother told me to be kind Afraid he hasn’t seen, you’ve got that fire in your eyes He doesn’t know Your blood runs cold Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh I say wither on the vine Wither on the vine (wither on the vine) My mother told me (wither on the vine) My mother told me (wither on the vine) I say wither on the vine Wither on the vine (wither on the vine) Wither on the vine (wither on the vine) And I say, wither, wither, wither, wither Wither on the vine This bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter Bitter fruit of mine And I never, never, never thought I’d make it out this time But I say wither on the vine (wither on the vine) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh