By The Gallows歌词

Senses Fail - Lungs Like Gallows
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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I give blood to prove to myself
that I can matter to somebody else.
Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?
If so, don't put your faith in the desert sand,
There are gallows deep inside my lungs,
thats where I hung ambition.
Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors.
So give me seven more.
Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors.
So give me seven more.
I don't need her. I'm not that desperate.
Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then.
Cause I'm not done screaming yet.
You can call off the intervention.
Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984.
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores
and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors.
So give me seven more. 编辑于2010/04/14更新