The Felix Culpa - No. 5 with a Bullet | Текст песни

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i'm so sick of failing. i never meant to fail you.
your words now become me, as mine all seem to fall through.
these walls once held our dreams,
we were once in love here in this building,
it's now burning and we're crowding the exits,
running to escape the rest of our lives.
your arms around me feel like consolation,
your hands are holding sympathy,
we once were constellations.
these walls still hold our love,
diluted and displaced.
so i'll embrace what's left and hope for the best,
as you turn and leave this place.
i never meant to fail you,
yet i succeed for fifteen hours a week. weak.
i never meant to fail you.

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