Quarrels - Morning Sickness (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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Wake up in the sick of the morning
Struggle with your belt again
Don’t know where the hell you’ve been
You’re turning into all the things you hate
You yearn
And then you satiate
Fog rolls in from under your door
And dampens your face

Tell me how you got here
Where’s your home

These streets are paved with their dirty faces
The walls change shape and the oaks stand naked
You lie awake and wait for me to come back home

I don’t know what the problem is
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin
My thoughts fly wild like wounded birds
All I smell is piss and dirt

I would climb into the sun
Just to feel something real again
Men here walk with weight on their backs
Witches take them in

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