Letra de 365 - Waxahatchee

(Feat. [])

Three hundred and sixty-five days

Tell me you're a wounded soldier

Ya ain't had much, luck but grace is

In the eye of the beholder

I had my own ideas, but

I carried you on my shoulders

Anyways, ooh

And I stop picking up all your phone calls

Take a shot at decency

If I heard your voice on the other line

Unceremoniously

The shadows of a lie or

A state of emergency

I've been run down, ooh

I catch your poison arrow

I catch your same disease

Bow like a weeping willow

Buckling at the knees

Begging you please

If you fly up beyond the cosmos

It's a long way to fall back down

You always go about this the wrong way

And I'm too weak to just let you drown

So when you kill, I kill

When you ache, I ache

And we both haunt this old lifeless town

When you fail, I fail

When you fly, I fly

And it's a long way to come back down

Three hundred and sixty-five days

Tell me I'm your lucky charm

We defy gravity again

Somehow make it out unharmed

And I have my thoughts about it, but

I carry you in my arms

Anyway, ooh

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