Nhạc sĩ: Mark Crew, Dan Smith, Espen Berg, Simen Eriksrud, Joakim Haukaas, Thomas Eriksen
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
As the night time bleeds into the day Tomorrow spills across the sky
And the sun's a harsh reminder why We are failing, barely human
We don't know what's good for us Cause if we did, we might not do it
Who knows where our limits lie We won't discover till we push it
I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me
But I should call it a day And make my way, oh it grips me
Cause the devil's got my arms And it pulls me back into the night
But I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me
And the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
We got drunk on this unholy wine To deliver us from our own minds
The promise of a better time So we're failing, barely human
We don't know what's good for us Cause if we did, we might not do it
Who knows where our limits lie We won't discover till we push it
Cause the devil's got my arms And it pulls me back into the night
But I should just walk away, walk away But it grips me, it grips me
And the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
I would rather forget, wash my memory clean I would rather forget, wash my memory clean
I would rather forget, wash my memory clean
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