Vultures
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Lyrics
This disease in a weakened heart made a nest What I want from this bottled poison is some rest from this mess In a dream I was hit so hard that I woke up In a room beside the empty shell of beauty That let me down the time before All these fools keeping score/ settled deep in my pores Reaching out to the sky as the bass dulls my mind I give up, I repent, my money is spent I am rotting to the core it
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:05
- Tempo
- 138 BPM