Porter Robinson - Sad Machine Lyrics
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Sad Machine
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What Are The Lyrics For Sad Machine By Porter Robinson?
Is anyone there?
(Oh hi!) Who survived? Somebody new? Anyone else but you On a lonely night Was a blinding light A hundred leaders, would be borne of you And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you She'll go alone and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend on you And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you She'll go on, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend (I'll depend) on you (Oh hi!) I don't know much about your life beyond these walls The fleeting sense of love within these God forsaken halls And I can hear it in his voice in every call This girl who slept a hundred years has something after all And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you I'll go alone and never speak of you again We depend on you, we depend on you And though I know since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you She'll go alone and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend on you And though I know since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you She'll go alone, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend (I depend) on you (Oh hi!) |
Who Wrote Sad Machine By Porter Robinson?
Porter Robinson
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What's The Duration Of The Sad Machine By Porter Robinson?The duration of Sad Machine is 5:50 minutes and seconds. |
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