Parkwood - Deathbed | Текст песни

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There is fire in the words we speak and every time I breathe in deep I can feel my lungs collapse into my chest cavity You can't run away from the things you say They'll rot your insides I've been losing faith in the mess I've made Will this be the end of me now I'm down and out I'll lie in this deathbed I made for myself I guess I'll reap what I sew I guess I'll reap what i sew I am fighting a war I am fighting myself Heavens turned it's back No room left in hell And when the battle is over And this feeling is dead I'll realize That the war was always just in my head I'll lie in my deathbed I'll lie in my deathbed

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