Matthew Good - Life In Spite Of Itself | Текст песни

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In the air
Recycled deliria
Machine gray coffee and empty seats
We're going home but it ain't no different at all
It's just another place baby where I don't sleep
I forget how you looked at me
But I remember how it used to feel so real
So you hold on to it
You hold on to it for your life

Life in spite of itself gets tired
So weld me my feet a wheel
Chalk it up to how cars get crushed
When there's nothing left of them to steal
I forget how you looked at me
But I remember how it used to feel so real
So you hold on to it
You hold on to it for your life

Life in spite of itself gets tired
So weld me my feet a wheel

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