Senses Fail - Lungs Like Gallows
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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I give blood to prove to myself
that I can matter to somebody else.
Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?
If so, don't put your faith in the desert sand,
There are gallows deep inside my lungs,
thats where I hung ambition.
Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors.
So give me seven more.
Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors.
So give me seven more.
I don't need her. I'm not that desperate.
Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then.
Cause I'm not done s