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GLASS Drowning with the metabolism of dripping candle wax they don't notice until your glass bones box the pavement And I don't think that you're my type of tragedy so please point me to the right, to my way out I've been barking up my own soul for so long but I still can't see thru the sweat to lock the door And I don't think that you're my type of tragedy so please point me to the right, to my way out These clouds can claim me when I'm done so tell me that I'm yours (But 'til then tell me that I'm yours) Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 1994.20 Performed by: Solo Recordings: 4-Track, Mello, Canal St. 4/18/95 Chords: |