Texty

Bet I'll be damned Built the debt, I turned two's up today Bet I'll be damned Gets harder to sense, to sail Farewell, mother numb to and devout to Reckon luck sees us the same Weighted my hand Kill the bet, I'll burn on judgement day Weighted my hand Get hard hit to sin, to sail Farewell, mother numb to and devout to Double deal, a season wrapt too lax to lapse so soon Reckon luck sees us the same Bed on my back Dealt my hell, I've dealt my months of May Bed on my back Get parted, ascension day Farewell, mother numb to and devout to Reckon luck sees us the same Reckon love deals us the same
Writer(s): Mark David Hollis, Timothy Alan Friese-greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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