Funeral for a Friend - Broken Foundation Lyrics

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Broken Foundation

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What Are The Lyrics For Broken Foundation By Funeral for a Friend?
Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze
Of broken dreams and broken promises Scared of making a fucking difference Could you answer me, and tell me the truth Leaving this place so empty handed Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth Leaving this place so empty handed Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth Until it falls apart Broken foundation, buried underneath And a smile to make the emptiness complete Puncture my ribs, like something more With beaten bruised and drunken heart Waking up at three am, waking up at three am Waking up to nothing Leaving this place so empty handed Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth Leaving this place so empty handed Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth Until it falls apart Broken foundation, buried underneath And a smile to make the emptiness complete Puncture my ribs, like something more With beaten bruised and drunken heart Coins across the floor, seasons burden me And make the emptiness complete Broken foundation, buried underneath And a smile to make the emptiness complete Puncture my ribs, like something more With beaten bruised and drunken heart Broken foundation With beaten, bruised and drunken heart Broken foundation With beaten, bruised and drunken heart |
Who Wrote Broken Foundation By Funeral for a Friend?
Gavin Burrough, Kris Coombs-roberts, Matthew Davies-kreye, Richard Boucher, Ryan Richards
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