10 Years - From Birth To Burial Lyrics

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From Birth To Burial

From Birth To Burial Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For From Birth To Burial By 10 Years?
You're next in line to love me for the night
So say goodbye and leave me on high Don't darken my door with your light. Your long winded lies of a short mended life I die by design on a dime. Drag me along singing this song. Bury my bones when the glory is gone The infection has led to the heart and the head The infection has led to the heart and the head All my monuments of accomplishments Are lost and left behind How do I find an end, I can't remember how this began There's no loyalty in shooting stars Just lawyer fees and failure scars For every birth there is a death, For every sunrise there is a set Half past my prime that spark in my eye Is discolored and oxidized And all that resides is how to survive And provide when this dream as died Farewell welfare, farewell welfare Don't darken my door with your light, Long winded lies of a short mended life I die by design on a dime. Bury my bones when the glory is gone Farewell welfare, farewell welfare We're dying in stereo from birth to burial We're dying in stereo from birth to burial So say goodbye, you loved me for the night Farewell welfare, farewell welfare We're dying in stereo from birth to burial We're dying in stereo from birth to burial |
Who Wrote From Birth To Burial By 10 Years?
Brian Vodinh, Jesse Hasek, Ryan Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The From Birth To Burial By 10 Years?The duration of From Birth To Burial is 4:11 minutes and seconds. |
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