Letra de Guts de The Higher
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Letra de GUTS de THE HIGHER.
( The Higher )
The consequence of a child
The mild months of worthwhile
No mess you better decide
With grace but not by design
She smokes like guns to the world
We´ll catch your moderate slur
And sing your modern love song
But wish you´d died anyway
Now gone I´m gonna get you for that
Get you more like a chance
I´m more of a guns to the wall
The guts that cut through your lungs
Every breath takes a sound
You´re deciding on them all
I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you
were aiming for
You feel like time is not all necessary, but my
mind would
I come around so much less without you, without you
I can´t breathe
The consequence of a child
The mild months of worthwhile
No mess you better decide
With grace but not by design
She smokes like guns to the world
We´ll catch your moderate slur
And sing your modern love song
But wish you´d died anyway
Now gone I´m gonna get you for that
Get you more like a chance
I´m more of a guns to the wall
The guts that cut through your lungs
Every breath takes a sound
You´re deciding on them all
I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were
aiming for
You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would
I come around so much less without you, without you
I can´t breathe
I can only think that you would be unhappy for me after
all the silly shit we´ve been through
I can only hope that life would be so lax and so free
when the mornings get you more than before
I would only hope that everything would come back to
you just to say you wanted me too
I would be the one to let you catch up and go through,
go through
I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were
aiming for
You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would
I come around so much less without you, without you
I can´t breathe
The mild months of worthwhile
No mess you better decide
With grace but not by design
She smokes like guns to the world
We´ll catch your moderate slur
And sing your modern love song
But wish you´d died anyway
Now gone I´m gonna get you for that
Get you more like a chance
I´m more of a guns to the wall
The guts that cut through your lungs
Every breath takes a sound
You´re deciding on them all
I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you
were aiming for
You feel like time is not all necessary, but my
mind would
I come around so much less without you, without you
I can´t breathe
The consequence of a child
The mild months of worthwhile
No mess you better decide
With grace but not by design
She smokes like guns to the world
We´ll catch your moderate slur
And sing your modern love song
But wish you´d died anyway
Now gone I´m gonna get you for that
Get you more like a chance
I´m more of a guns to the wall
The guts that cut through your lungs
Every breath takes a sound
You´re deciding on them all
I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were
aiming for
You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would
I come around so much less without you, without you
I can´t breathe
I can only think that you would be unhappy for me after
all the silly shit we´ve been through
I can only hope that life would be so lax and so free
when the mornings get you more than before
I would only hope that everything would come back to
you just to say you wanted me too
I would be the one to let you catch up and go through,
go through
I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were
aiming for
You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would
I come around so much less without you, without you
I can´t breathe
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