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Oldbroadway - Osaka Lyrics



Oldbroadway - Osaka Lyrics




Creeping closer to the echoes
Sleep inside the sirens throat
Ripping petals off a dead rose
Wishing I could make you choke
All the kings men and their arrows
Couldn't stop me in my tracks
Felt the rage inside my marrow
And knew I wasn't coming back

I could bleed you for a year
Probably still see the stain
I could yell into the rain
But I'd just hear your name
I been talking to myself
I can't see how I'd go insane
With your words on a loop
Over the thoughts in my own brain

I'm going psycho
Think I'm losing my shit

I could bleed you for a year
Probably still see the stain
I could yell into the rain
But I'd just hear your name
I been talking to myself
I can't see how I'd go insane
With your words on a loop
Over the thoughts in my own brain
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Creeping closer to the echoes
Sleep inside the sirens throat
Ripping petals off a dead rose
Wishing I could make you choke
All the kings men and their arrows
Couldn't stop me in my tracks
Felt the rage inside my marrow
And knew I wasn't coming back

I could bleed you for a year
Probably still see the stain
I could yell into the rain
But I'd just hear your name
I been talking to myself
I can't see how I'd go insane
With your words on a loop
Over the thoughts in my own brain

I'm going psycho
Think I'm losing my shit

I could bleed you for a year
Probably still see the stain
I could yell into the rain
But I'd just hear your name
I been talking to myself
I can't see how I'd go insane
With your words on a loop
Over the thoughts in my own brain
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Writer: Ricardo Cobeo, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Oldbroadway
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Ricardo Cobeo, Jr.

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