Avey Tare - Our Little Chapter Lyrics
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Our Little Chapter
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What Are The Lyrics For Our Little Chapter By Avey Tare?
A friend, you have my late names
I wanna call you I speak on each day A friend, I can't say till when The bond digs a start and I'll ponder the end A friend, can give in, can slide Will wander and wander make distance in love A friend, reminds me to sweat For stepping on apexes rightly they did And then you call me friend And we meet again And our hearts expand to think about life, without you and me Our little chapter Our little chapter A friend, can't start again Our teeth holding onto our ears and our limbs A friend, gets misunderstood Is high with the kindest and breaks with the rules A friend, climbed on a wire To relight my torch when I had lost the fire A friend, gets lost in a night When hearts a poking and love picks a fight And then you call me friend And we meet again And I expand to think about life without you and me Our little chapter Our little chapter And then you call me friend And we meet again And our hearts expand to think about life without you and me Our little chapter Our little chapter Our little chapter Our little chapter And the mind keeps sipping from the things we let it Our mind keeps sipping from the things we let it Our mind keeps sipping from the things we let it Our mind keeps sipping from the things we let it |
Who Wrote Our Little Chapter By Avey Tare?
David Michael Portner
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What's The Duration Of The Our Little Chapter By Avey Tare?The duration of Our Little Chapter is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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