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Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
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Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
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Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
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Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
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Marcus Paquin
Marcus Paquin
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Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
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Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
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Eduardo De La Paz Canel
Eduardo De La Paz Canel
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Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
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Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
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Nick Lloyd
Nick Lloyd
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Слова

Graceless Is there a powder to erase this? Is it dissolvable and tasteless? You can't imagine how I hate this Graceless I'm trying, but I'm graceless I don't have the sunny side to face this I am invisible and weightless You can't imagine how I hate this Graceless I'm trying, but I'm gone Through the glass again Just come and find me God loves everybody Don't remind me I took the medicine and I went missing Just let me hear your voice Just let me listen Graceless I figured out how to be faithless But it would be a shame to waste this You can't imagine how I hate this Graceless I'm trying, but I'm gone Through the glass again Just come and find me God loves everybody Don't remind me I took the medicine and I went missing Just let me hear your voice Just let me listen All of my thoughts of you Bullets through rotten fruit Come apart at the seams Now I know what dying means I am not my rosy self Left my roses on my shelf Take the white ones; they're my favorites It's the side effects that save us Grace Put the flowers you find in a vase If you're dead in the mind it'll brighten the place Don't let 'em die on the vine, it's a waste Grace There's a science to walking through windows There's a science to walking through windows There's a science to walking through windows There's a science to walking through windows without you All of my thoughts of you Bullets through rotten fruit Come apart at the seams Now I know what dying means I am not my rosy self Left my roses on my shelf Take the white ones; they're my favorites It's the side effects that save us Grace Put the flowers you find in a vase If you're dead in the mind it'll brighten the place Don't let them die on the vine, it's a waste Grace Grace Put the flowers you find in a vase If you're dead in the mind it'll brighten the place Don't let them die on the vine, it's a waste Grace
Writer(s): Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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