Lucy Dacus - Next of Kin Lyrics

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Next of Kin

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What Are The Lyrics For Next of Kin By Lucy Dacus?
Reading in the phone booth
Sucking on a ginger root I never got to talk to you Why is this the image I come back to? Pick my jewelry from the ash Find the box with the cold hard cash in it Give it to the next of kin I used to be too deep inside my head Now I'm too far out of my skin Too far out of my skin I am at peace with my death I can go back to bed I am at peace with my death I can go back to bed I make a desert of my mind Unfold myself so flat and wide Have nothing in mind in sight No cover for my thoughts to hide Never went to my Monaco But I held you hand in the pocket of my coat I learned to be loving and then to be alone Satisfied body and a hungry soul I used to be too deep inside my head Now I'm too far out of my skin Too far out of my skin I am at peace with my death I can go back to bed I am at peace with my death I can go back to bed I don't wanna be that man on the train On a grey commute, imagining fame Sweet relief, I will never be complete I will never be complete I'll never know everything I will never be complete I will never be complete I will never be complete I'll never know everything I used to be too deep inside my head Now I'm too far out of my skin Too far out of my skin |
Who Wrote Next of Kin By Lucy Dacus?
Lucy Dacus
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What's The Duration Of The Next of Kin By Lucy Dacus?The duration of Next of Kin is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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