And leave no trail for which to return
Let the muddy water fill my lungs
Fill my lungs
And leave no trail for which to return
Let the muddy water fill my lungs
Fill my lungs
Fill my lungs
Fill my lungs
The invincibility of our youth has just given away
(And I hope it does)
To the inevitability of our death, yeah
The invincibility of our youth has just given away
(And I hope it does)
To the inevitability of our death
So don't raise your glass
Don't raise your glass
Don't raise your glass
Redemption wears a red dress but carries a white flag
I'll wear that red dress for you
The invincibility of our youth has just given away
(And I hope it does)
To the inevitability of our death, of our death
The invincibility of our youth has just given away
(And I hope it does)
To the inevitability of our death
So don't raise your glass
Don't raise your glass
Death is a living partner
A consummate consummate one
A consummate consummate one
Consummate consummate one
Consummate consummate one
Someone take me down to the river And leave no trail for which to return Let the muddy water fill my lungs Fill my lungs And leave no trail for which to return Let the muddy water fill my lungs Fill my lungs Fill my lungs Fill my lungs The invincibility of our youth has just given away (And I hope it does) To the inevitability of our death, yeah The invincibility of our youth has just given away (And I hope it does) To the inevitability of our death So don't raise your glass Don't raise your glass Don't raise your glass Redemption wears a red dress but carries a white flag I'll wear that red dress for you The invincibility of our youth has just given away (And I hope it does) To the inevitability of our death, of our death The invincibility of our youth has just given away (And I hope it does) To the inevitability of our death So don't raise your glass Don't raise your glass Death is a living partner A consummate consummate one A consummate consummate one Consummate consummate one Consummate consummate one Explain Request ×
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