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yOya
yOya
Performer
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Alex Pfender
Alex Pfender
Songwriter
Noah Dietterich
Noah Dietterich
Songwriter

Lyrics

These eleven days of summer I have called you You always come when I call you But I don't hear your feet We swallowed up the river But still we never found you The season came and it drowned you In sorrow and in heat Oh, what's happening? Call it the nation's Call it the nation's war Oh, it's happening This morning we woke up This morning we woke up old Mmmhmmm I could feel your breathing Your healing heart was beating But now my head is beating Like the clapper of a bell The fireworks are funny The duds fall in the water Fizzling like futures The hissing sound of hell Oh, what's happening? Call it the nation's Call it the nation's war Oh, it's happening This morning we woke up This morning we woke up old Mmmhmmm From here the days get shorter Tireless, but older Come on, let's get older And keep our hands held down From here the days get shorter Tireless, but older Come on, let's get older And keep our hands held down From here the days get shorter Tireless, but older Come on, let's get older And keep our hands held down Oh, what's happening? Call it the nation's Call it the nation's war Oh, it's happening This morning we woke up This morning we woke up old Mmmhmmm
Writer(s): Noah Albert Dietterich, Alexander Frederick Pfender Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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