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Editors - NOTHING songtekst

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The sun says nothing 
About my demise, 
I fall to the floor. 

Sparks from your stare, 
Cascade into mind, 
The start of a war. 
Start of a war.

Monday morning, 
Hungover, red eyes 
Hide it all the way. 

We walk through a crowd of strangers, 
Two minutes from your door, 
You've lived there all your life. 

Every conversation within you, 
Starts a celebration in me, 
Till I've got nothing left, 
I've got nothing left. 

Out of it you'll handle it for everyone. 
Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm done. 

Every conversation within you, 
Starts a celebration in me, 
Till I've got nothing left, 
I've got nothing left. 

These floorboards are creaking, 
My body is old, 
The sun casts a shadow, 
A gust that cuts through your bones, 
Your body and soul. 

These floorboards are creaking, 
My body is old, 
The sun casts a shadow, 
A gust that cuts through your bones, 
Your body and soul. 

Every conversation within you, 
It starts a celebration in me, 
Till I've got nothing left, 
I've got nothing left. 

I've got nothing left. 
I've got nothing left. 
No, I've got nothing left. 
I've got nothing left.
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Ed Lay, Elliott Williams, Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Tom Smith (3)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Editors

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2013

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Weight of Your Love (2013)

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