Emm Gryner - The End Lyrics
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The End
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What Are The Lyrics For The End By Emm Gryner?
Here comes the end of March
And I'm failing all the time My love carved his name in me Carefully but full of might See my head spinning As surely as the planet Justify why should I? He'd never come to stand it What is this? This foreign breath I'm lying with Thieves are never sweet Only the end only the end Only the end I'm dying through Only the end only the end Give me trust and faith and all the things I had I trade my blessings For a way to open up A toss up of meaning and hello care to make love? Give me punishment Or say I'm a normal girl Some would say, "You just need to get through You've got everything to learn" What is this? Hands that hold me differently Thieves are never sweet Trust and faith and all the things I had I kissed a marionette that didn't move Stronger ever day without you Reached for a crown and it wasn't there I got a fat sticky mess and I'm feeling pretty bare I'm feeling pretty bare I kissed a marionette that didn't move Stronger ever day without you Reached for a crown and it wasn't there I got a fat sticky mess and I'm feeling pretty bare I'm feeling pretty bare What is this? And it's all mine I'm stained all through my insides Trust and faith and all the things I had I'm stained all through my insides Through my insides Trust and faith and all the things I had I'm stained all through my insides Through my insides |
Who Wrote The End By Emm Gryner?
Mary Gryner
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What's The Duration Of The The End By Emm Gryner?The duration of The End is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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