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• Artiste: Crawlers
• Titre: That Time Of Year Always
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Can you take me from the ghosts That reside in this house? They're wearing your clothes And they're starting to get loud It's just that time of year always (Always, always) I feel it in my collarbone, it's where I start to ache But there's comfort in the sadness And the mess I seem to make But I can't explain It's just that time of year again No one's gonna miss you like I do But it's too late to know now No one's gonna know you like I do You're always on my mind My mind Sold my morals for a smoke Somewhere in L.A.​ Asking strangers for their star signs And they think that it's foreplay But it's hard to explain Has it been this way always? (Always, always) You know my body more than most But we only talk in tongues I need a conversation But you suck the air from my lungs No leaves under my feet It's that time of year always (Always, always, always) No one's gonna miss you like I do But it's too late to know now No one's gonna miss me like I do You're always on my mind My mind My mind My mind It's you, you, you You're on my mind You, you, you All the time You, you, you You're on my mind It's you (You), you (You), you (You) You're on my mind You (You), you (You), you (You) All the time You (You), you (You), you (You) On my mind Laying in my childhood bedroom When it's getting warm again I'll keep on the heating So it stays back like then (Always)