Anberlin - Type Three | Текст песни

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• Anberlin
• Type Three

I have my reasons
For the vices I embrace
A world of treasons
And I'm their only escape

No one lives here
It's conversations that drown there
Sixteen is nothing
It never will be till I'm dead

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby
Take hold the hands that need you lately
I don't wanna wait
I don't wanna wait
On you anymore
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby

Daydream let the world stand still
Dancing through the fibers of time
Maybe I just wanna hold
Something that was never meant to be mine
I look to heaven to save me
And you call me naïve
Rather be a hopeless lover
Than cursed with disbelief

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby
Take hold the hands that need you lately
I don't wanna wait
I don't wanna wait
On you anymore
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby

Listen carefully now to the words that I choose
Speak only when you are spoken too

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby
Take hold the hands that need you lately
I don't wanna wait
I don't wanna wait
On you anymore
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby
Don't bite, don't bite the hand
Don't bite the hands that feed you baby
Don't bite, don't bite the hand

Don't find the hands that need you lately

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