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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Books
Bad Books
Performer
Kevin Devine
Kevin Devine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Devine
Kevin Devine
Songwriter
Andy Hull
Andy Hull
Composer

Songteksten

My love has gone away Packed up her bags and then boarded that plane And I guess that the time I figured you'd wait Teary face, leaky breath, a bitter taste Tripped out for six hundred years Who would have thought that I'd make it last year? In a way it makes sense that I died and reappeared As that fly you've been swatting for years Calm down and make him a drink Pretty small town and the gossip repeats She took off her clothes And sat on the bed next to me My heart is pumping my blood Your heart's not beating at all In a way it makes sense that it isn't It just never was Right now, a sinful exchange Once done, unspeakable shame And I should've known where I took the blame The sweat and the shame fireless flame Please god, don't take him too Take me, a replicant fool Lost a gear and now I hardly move He's a kid, I'm a fool Please son, where is your faith? Take off your bushels, set fire to your pain You will heal like a cut Let it scar, let it scab, let it stain In a while I promise you'll see You're alive, not the blemish or burns That you keep on your feet I am a towel that is soaked to the core Heavier now than it's gotten before And something inside of me needs more and more Sooner than later, never no more Sooner than later, never no more
Writer(s): John Andrew Hull Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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