- The Early November Fame 歌词
- The Early November
- Fame is crippling art
“Cold”, I said it
Lay in bed, regret it
Hate that it’s tearing me apart
I feel you gripping my lungs
Feel you ripping a hole in my chest
Faith is a balancing card
Up against the wind
Balance time and we just want to relive
A way back to the start
I feel you lift me up again
And tell me I’m the one you wanna be with
Clearing the history of all that I was
And wasn’t enough, I wanna be wrong
Yeah, we have a history of coming undone
I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong
Faith is a balancing card
Up against the wind
Balance time and we just want to relive
A way back to the start
I feel you lift me up again
And tell me I’m the one you wanna be with
Clearing the history of all that I was
And wasn’t enough, I wanna be wrong
Yeah, we have a history of coming undone
I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong
Now we have a history of
We have a history of
We have a history of
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