word from above

by on Aug.18, 2009, under lyric, Music

And it was never question
He was crowing for repair
You’d give him love and affection
But you couldnt keep him there

Get over regrets
While you were sleeping with the angels
He was under the bed
And the more skin
That you shed
The more that the air in your throat will linger
When you call him your friend

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