Testi

I'm taking my body back to the sand Ain't nobody gonna be holding my hand up Oh no I'm living life on the edge of the night Cliche ridden, mundanity (unknown) on and on I turned it inside out and outside in I'm left with paranoia, people looking into my suitcase Criticising prophecy, I'm on my high hopes If I fall off now I'm far far worse
Writer(s): Thomas Alexander Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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