Hawksley Workman - The sweetest thing there is | Текст песни

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And how is it you were once mine?
Like red bled out of darkening skies

You were never satisfied with me
No, you were never satisfied

Everytime you're sure
That you don't come on anymore
Lying on the floor

Hardwood that you don't walk on anymore

Oh the crying shame
That you don't come home anymore
Anymore, anymore

You are the sweestest thing
Left in my suffering
You are the sweetest thing there is.

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