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• Artiste: Florence And The Machine
• Titre: The Old Religion
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Any old religion humming in your veins Some animal instinct starting up again And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release So tired of being careful, so tired of being still Give me something I can crush, something I can kill A lightning strike, a fallen tree I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me And it's the old religion But the urge remains the same Freedom from the body, freedom from the pain And it's your troubled hero Back for season six When it's at its darkest, it's my favourite bit And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release Watch me crawl on hands and knees And scratch at the door of Heaven A lightning strike, a fallen tree I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see And I'm powerless, I know and don't remind me And it's the old religion humming in your veins Some animal instinct starting up again And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release A lightning strike, a fallen tree (And it's the old religion) I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see (And it's the old religion) And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me