Waxahatchee

Waxahatchee - Grey Hair lyrics

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Maybe you're not the only one
You might wait and see me become
A candle, precarious psychically among
The ill at ease, the summer breeze

But sugar soda pop songs play on the radio
I get short of breath because I can't slow down

Maybe you'll learn to live on stage
Rambling in a staggering haze
And maybe American kids will start a craze
Devoid death, bleeding heads

But lusting for hollowness releases a cold sweat
I get short of breath because I can't slow down
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Author: Katie Crutchfield

Composer: Katie Crutchfield

Publisher: Merge

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Released in: 2015

Language: English

Appearing on: Ivy Tripp (2015)

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