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Knife Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
You talk too much
I talk to no end
That is to say
We talk in circles
And when I'm high
I get sore
I must admit I let the moment
Take me o'er
I lit me up
Let it begin
And O, for shame
I am indebted and akin
To some disguise
From which born
Was an affliction
To the house of my adored
And I confess a certain turn
Unto my passing spirit and to thee
Something came through
When the wind blew snow from the trees
I talk too much
I talk in no
Order and dissipate
I walk in circles
So I was high
I got bored
I must admit I let the fever
Take me o'er
You'd given up
Not given in
Deep into nothing
They could feel it caving in
To some demise
I went forth
And in my final hour
I was something more
And I confess
That I did turn