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All Get Out – Sans lyrics
Babel knows language
Knows strong words, weak sin
This is all determined by the bedroom
I sleep in
I am not figure a of speach, just speaking Hold on, love on, hold on
Walk it on down the river Jordan
Hold your breath hide, they’re coming running
Move your legs fast don’t stop, start gunning Move on run on love on
Evil men, good girls, late nights, bad fights Let your talent buy you everything
People’s ears don’t make you near or closer to God
Or me
It’s alright
If you’re looking for the end of the world Then I found it
Sleeping on a floor just like we promised This can be a well with an empty bucket Not always what you deserve
So write the letter, burn the letter, write yourself another
Angry at God then call your mother She’ll provide the proof you’re going to grow dear brothers
Love and love and love and love on
Sitting in the backseat Still sitting in the backseat
No more writing from my head, my head My worn out head
I think about you all day, this is all the holiday I know
I know It’s not worth complaining
But it’s always only in your bad dreams
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m lonely, I’m lonely, and there’s nothing you owe me
Knows strong words, weak sin
This is all determined by the bedroom
I sleep in
I am not figure a of speach, just speaking Hold on, love on, hold on
Walk it on down the river Jordan
Hold your breath hide, they’re coming running
Move your legs fast don’t stop, start gunning Move on run on love on
Evil men, good girls, late nights, bad fights Let your talent buy you everything
People’s ears don’t make you near or closer to God
Or me
It’s alright
If you’re looking for the end of the world Then I found it
Sleeping on a floor just like we promised This can be a well with an empty bucket Not always what you deserve
So write the letter, burn the letter, write yourself another
Angry at God then call your mother She’ll provide the proof you’re going to grow dear brothers
Love and love and love and love on
Sitting in the backseat Still sitting in the backseat
No more writing from my head, my head My worn out head
I think about you all day, this is all the holiday I know
I know It’s not worth complaining
But it’s always only in your bad dreams
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m lonely, I’m lonely, and there’s nothing you owe me
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