Around Here We Mourn Our Young
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Lyrics
Failing to tend to wounds years old every morning I wake up flinching it's the sharp end of faking it That sticks out to stab those who get too close tomorrow's some time To wait when all i have's today to vomit words that feel like nails Towards a heart that cares not what i feel and when what i feel and when
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:53
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 131 BPM