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One, two, three, four She's been thinkin' life ain't a-givin' her what she needs What could make her happy is always out of her reach Hey, somebody's gotta help me But she could not see that everything she wanted Was inside of her heart, but she wouldn't give it away No, she wouldn't give it away We don't need no mournful sounds Shake your graveclothes to the ground Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Thoughts you're thinkin' make you feel like you're dead But you can grow a garden out the top of your head Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Don't get lost inside your head Don't get lost inside your head Don't get lost inside your head Don't get lost inside your head He's been wishin' he was the best and the brightest Scared to give what he's got, no, he wouldn't give it away No, he wouldn't give it away Self-deprecation, lack of motivation stealing his aliveness In the silence love abounds and has already filled the spaces And replaces them with grace if he would only stop to feel, to see We don't need no mournful sounds Shake your graveclothes to the ground Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Thoughts you're thinkin' make you feel like you're dead But you can grow a garden out the top of your head Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes Shake your graveclothes off, shake your graveclothes
Writer(s): Zack Green, Andrew Hubright, Brian Seligman, Dani Green, Jesse N Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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