FIRST IT GETS WORSE _ Adam Oh
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It’s all my fault
Been spinnin’ too long
I think that I’ma be sick (hmm)
And my hope is gone
I scattered it on the lawn
When I was throwing a fit
You’re not living if you’re always down
A tree falls it don’t make a sound
If no one round is near enough to hear it
I struggle with the words I choose
My old self set me up to lose
And everyday’s a chance to crush my spirit
Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair
These lonely nights and up north air
Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems
And now my skin is paper thin
But still won’t take me with the wind
No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns
(Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair)
(These lonely nights and up north air)
(Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems)
(And now my skin is paper thin)
(But still won’t take me with the wind)
(No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns)
Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair
These lonely nights and up north air
Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems
And now my skin is paper thin
But still won’t take me with the wind
No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns
- Titre la chanson : FIRST IT GETS WORSE
- Par : Adam Oh
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