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The Early November – I Dissolve lyrics
[Verse 1]
People say that I'll be fine
Grow out of awkward times
Pedal art at 35
I think they're dead in my sight
[Pre-Chorus]
Grind my teeth, dissolve like salt
Mix my fears in double malt
[Chorus]
And I get lost in the night
I get lost in the night
[Verse 2]
I still want to open eyes
I've seen where we all hide
Suffocation in the time
Decorate the darker side
[Pre-Chorus]
Hang that wreath, drown all clear thought
Celebrate the launching of the loss of the night
[Chorus]
I get lost in the night
I get lost in the night
And I get lost in the night
[Bridge]
I hate when people say
That I will be just fine
Swallowed up by lies
That got us everything
Hey, I hate I can't complain
Because that would be too slight
Josiah and the lion
[Chorus]
So I get lost in the night
So I get lost in the night
So I get lost in the night
[Outro]
People say that I'll be fine
People say that I'll be fine
Grow out of awkward times
Pedal art at 35
I think they're dead in my sight
[Pre-Chorus]
Grind my teeth, dissolve like salt
Mix my fears in double malt
[Chorus]
And I get lost in the night
I get lost in the night
[Verse 2]
I still want to open eyes
I've seen where we all hide
Suffocation in the time
Decorate the darker side
[Pre-Chorus]
Hang that wreath, drown all clear thought
Celebrate the launching of the loss of the night
[Chorus]
I get lost in the night
I get lost in the night
And I get lost in the night
[Bridge]
I hate when people say
That I will be just fine
Swallowed up by lies
That got us everything
Hey, I hate I can't complain
Because that would be too slight
Josiah and the lion
[Chorus]
So I get lost in the night
So I get lost in the night
So I get lost in the night
[Outro]
People say that I'll be fine
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