歌词
My gift to you will be the waking nights
Don't wanna talk about it
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The ceiling moves before my aching eyes
I'll watch the phone sit still
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Sick of waiting for bad news
Am I waiting to lose you?
Waiting for bad news
Still
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I'll grind my teeth down to the nerves again
As long as you are breathing
♪
I've made my bed now sit down
You get used to feeling mad
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Move away, I am over you
I've opened my eyes
And the best of my mind fell on through
I'm always a captive
When will I play the good cop?
Lord knows I need the practice
Sick of swallowing full stops
Now the system is failing
I'm so tired of waiting
For bad news
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I'll lie awake for you again, father
I'll lose my teeth
What use is sleep anyway?
I'll brace myself to be in hell
I'll fail the test
Love you to death