The Narrative - Winter's Coming (Акустика) | Текст песни

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Are you in danger, you swore by a ship wreck,
and now you are stranded sinking like a ghost.
So sit by your door, and wait for me to storm in.
But I swear, I swear I'm never coming home.

And the Winter's coming close.
And my body is growing cold.
And I'm trembling in fright, oh my.
'Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar

I drown in the mirror, you notice thing is damn disease,
and I never surface who I want to be.
I'm shaking with bruises; I can barely stand my shame,
knowing every inch it hesitates,
and it breaks and it breaks, and it breaks

And the Winter's coming close.
And my body is growing cold.
And I'm trembling in fright oh my.
'Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.
I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.

'Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.
I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.
I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.
I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.
I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.
I am a sinner with a crooked smile,
and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.

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