Gloves for Garbage
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Lyrics
You're busting pills inside my head That make it seem like I am dead, again I must be flying through the sky I heard it's where you go when you die La-la-la La-la-la I must prepare to take another drink It's hard to stand, it's hard to speak I must be lost within lights, blinking holes I must be scratching quietly upon the walls, again La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:06
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 129 BPM