Airling - Wasted Pilots Lyrics
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Wasted Pilots
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What Are The Lyrics For Wasted Pilots By Airling?
A broken in mess
But you don't need no one to tell you how it is oh Broken from the head down to the toes Losing everything that you live for Sleeping all the nights with your eyes pinned Swallowing the air when it tastes bitter How much can your body take? Only what your heart can make Give it until your body breaks How much can your body take? Only what your heart can make Give it until your body breaks Black and blue all over your body Feeling it now though it's been years since she left And the ghost of you is lonely It's a war baby Fight it with your hands tied behind your back oh Broken from the head down to the toes Losing everything that you live for Sleeping all the nights with your eyes pinned Swallowing the air when it tastes bitter How much can your body take? Only what your heart can make Give it until your body breaks How much can your body take? Only what your heart can make Give it until your body breaks Fly with wasted pilots Fly with wasted pilots Feeling alive but dead inside Feeling alive but dead inside How much can your body take? Only what your heart can make Give it until your body breaks How much can your body take? Only what your heart can make Give it until your body breaks |
Who Wrote Wasted Pilots By Airling?
Thomas Iansek, Hannah Shepherd, Graham Ritchie
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What's The Duration Of The Wasted Pilots By Airling?The duration of Wasted Pilots is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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