Radical Face - The Crooked Kind Lyrics
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The Crooked Kind
The Crooked Kind Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Crooked Kind By Radical Face?
I heard you tellin' lies
I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how" So, collect your scars and wear 'em well Your blood's as good an ink as any Go scratch your name into the clouds And pull 'em all... down The thunder plays it's drum The air is heavy with the smell of storms And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake As he laughs himself right back to sleep And I'm laughin' with him But I smell their blood My finger's trace their faces in the wood I hear their voices somewhere in my bones I feel them sing along when I'm alone When I'm not too frightened that is when I know That I'm here with everyone They're never truly gone I know it's everyone And I hear their songs Oh, I'm lost with everyone Shadows dance around the room I know their names I carry their blood too They sing forgotten songs But I know the words They've been with me since I was born As I grew I danced with them too |
Who Wrote The Crooked Kind By Radical Face?
Benjamin Paul Cooper
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What's The Duration Of The The Crooked Kind By Radical Face?The duration of The Crooked Kind is 4:39 minutes and seconds. |
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