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- Hell On The Throat 歌词 Dashboard Confessional
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- Dashboard Confessional Hell On The Throat 歌词
- Dashboard Confessional
- A line of strands
to mark the trail
No one said it would be easy
I must admit
I'd thought the risk
was better waged in younger seasons
all these years in the cold
play hell on the throat
Until everything
I say burns like cinders
Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
And the crease of a strangling winter
It's strange to be lost
stranger still to belong
On the strings of a twisting lie
Along the way the turns are sharp
No one said they would be easy
I must admit
I thought the trip
was better made in younger seasons
But all these years in the pursuit
made a man of a fool
Till every word
I say is unwavered
Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a psalm
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost
stranger still to belong
On the strings in a twisting line
And when the path
I have made
From the grass to the grave
I will love you still
And when the sand turns to glass
And all that's left is the past
And I will love you still
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