Yearly Dying - Lyrics by Spiritual Beggars


Lyrics
Find myself in a statethat always appears this time of year
Feels like I'm in a dark muddy hole
Where everything seems to far
Baby, maybe-time to go
Baby, baby-make me warm
I know, you know-something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go...
Weakness... Concentrate...I'm too cold to wanna reach anything
Grab my pen without strength
Alcohol becomes my saviour
Baby, maybe-time to go
Baby, baby-make me warm
I know, you know-something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go home...
Rain... Falling outside...
Memories flashing behind my frightened eyessafe from harm... Harmonyease my head with another one
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