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Arms & Hearts
Arms & Hearts
Performer
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Arms & Hearts
Arms & Hearts
Composer

Lyrics

Sold a guitar for a funeral suit
So I've got problems
And you've got problems too
I got caught between the lines
And you were never one to
Compromise
It's a special kind of fuck up
To know nothing will
Be the same
 
it's all tainted, nothings sacred
You ran out of excuses, ran at first sign of trouble
I'm seeing red, and you're falling asleep again
So now I'm calling your bluff, choking it all down
I'll follow the lights to a me-shaped hole in the ground
I'll follow you anywhere
So what became of you?
Safe in the knowledge you'll never win
If you'd just shut up and listen
Between the white lines ahead
I pull at my skin
Drew up some plans
Hoped you change your mind
You'd be too stubborn to admit it
It's all tainted
Nothing's sacred
Nothing sacred anymore
You ran out of excuses, ran at first sign of trouble
I'm seeing red, and you're falling asleep again
So now I'm calling your bluff, choking it all down
I'll follow the lights to a me-shaped hole in the ground
I'll follow you anywhere
Written by: Arms & Hearts
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