They made the rope to tight
Wanna let the soul soar
They curse their god
And let the chair hit the floor
Then they count forwards
One, two, three, four
I don't wanna live here anymore
Five, six, seven, eight
I loved it every time my heart would break
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I can't seem to get off your shelf
Thirteen, fourteen
I never found it ever boring
They break into the other
But do we deserve the light?
Spit in the face of God
It's man's given right
And he'll count my sins in total
One, two, three, four
The grass wasn't greener like you said before
Five, six, seven, eight
Did you find out how much I could take?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I don't know how to change myself
Thirteen, fourteen
And now you're not even listening
You're not even listening
The Coward Robert Ford - The Early Bird Devours the Word Lyrics
The Coward Robert Ford - The Early Bird Devours the Word Lyrics
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They made the rope to tight
Wanna let the soul soar
They curse their god
And let the chair hit the floor
Then they count forwards
One, two, three, four
I don't wanna live here anymore
Five, six, seven, eight
I loved it every time my heart would break
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I can't seem to get off your shelf
Thirteen, fourteen
I never found it ever boring
They break into the other
But do we deserve the light?
Spit in the face of God
It's man's given right
And he'll count my sins in total
One, two, three, four
The grass wasn't greener like you said before
Five, six, seven, eight
Did you find out how much I could take?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I don't know how to change myself
Thirteen, fourteen
And now you're not even listening
You're not even listening
Wanna let the soul soar
They curse their god
And let the chair hit the floor
Then they count forwards
One, two, three, four
I don't wanna live here anymore
Five, six, seven, eight
I loved it every time my heart would break
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I can't seem to get off your shelf
Thirteen, fourteen
I never found it ever boring
They break into the other
But do we deserve the light?
Spit in the face of God
It's man's given right
And he'll count my sins in total
One, two, three, four
The grass wasn't greener like you said before
Five, six, seven, eight
Did you find out how much I could take?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I don't know how to change myself
Thirteen, fourteen
And now you're not even listening
You're not even listening
Writer: Samual Glass
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