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emily fain - frail كلمات أغنية

we had our youth
the decaying fun
blood rush of fear
stale air in our lungs
ruined dream
on the tip of our tongue
an aching thing
that was almost gone
we could feel the glare of an age old sun
we could feel the sting and the inspiration
god i’m so sick of it
i’m so sick of it
i want control
i want a method
you’ll get old if i can help it
one hundred and three
with me, with me
rotting t__th
we never sleep
they’ll make you breathe with a machine
one hundred and three
get old and frail
with me, with me, with me, with me
with me, with me, with me, with me
with me, with me, with me, with me
with me, with me, with me, with me
we were so behind
we were chasing the sun
the blood turned tears
and the overgrown lawns
the thrill of the machine
and the desolate young
a shivering thing
that was almost gone
we could feel the glare of an age old sun
we could feel the sting and the inspiration
oh god i’m so sick of it
i’m so sick with it
i want control
i want a method
you’ll get old if i can help it
one hundred and three
with me with me
rotting t__th
we never sleep
they’ll make you breathe with a machine
one hundred and three
get old and frail
with me, with me, with me, with me
with me, with me, with me, with me
i want control
i want a method
you’ll get old if i can help it
one hundred and three
with me, with me
we never sleep
they’ll make you breathe with a machine
one hundred and three
get old and frail
with me
when the thrill fades
the never ending days
dying takes forever
but i know how to wait
they’ll bury us together
when the time is right
same plot of dirt
same boring life
i want control
i want a method
you’ll get old if i can help it
one hundred and three
with me with me
rotting t__th
we never sleep
they’ll make you breathe with a machine
one hundred and three
get old and frail
with me, with me, with me, with me
with me, with me, with me, with me
i want control
i want a method
want control
i want a method
want control
i want a method
one hundred and three
i want control
i want a method
want control
i want a method
want control
i want a method
one hundred and three
we could feel the glare of an age old sun
we could feel the sting and the inspiration
oh god i’m so sick of it
i’m so sick with it

- emily fain

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