Take this choice, from my hands
I don't wanna have to take a stand
If I join the devil that's my brand...
Or can I make my own reprimand
My fingers Cold
Home road unknown
Break moral code
And god will scold
Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder
Crack a smile
Hide the hurt
Its been so long and with death I flirt
I can't die, that's okay
Even in death I know I decay
Feel close to death
Scream my last breath
I want to run
So I hide from everyone
Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder
Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder
Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder
Ole' Scratch Video (MV)
Performed By: The Righteous & Few
Language: English
Length: 4:46
Written by: Brent Murphy, Gabriel Gallo, Gianni Basile, Kyle McMahan, Michael Lalas, Paul Murphy
The Righteous & Few - Ole' Scratch Lyrics
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English
Take this choice, from my hands
I don't wanna have to take a stand
If I join the devil that's my brand...
Or can I make my own reprimand
My fingers Cold
Home road unknown
Break moral code
And god will scold
Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder
Crack a smile
Hide the hurt
Its been so long and with death I flirt
I can't die, that's okay
Even in death I know I decay
Feel close to death
Scream my last breath
I want to run
So I hide from everyone
Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder
Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder
Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder
I don't wanna have to take a stand
If I join the devil that's my brand...
Or can I make my own reprimand
My fingers Cold
Home road unknown
Break moral code
And god will scold
Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder
Crack a smile
Hide the hurt
Its been so long and with death I flirt
I can't die, that's okay
Even in death I know I decay
Feel close to death
Scream my last breath
I want to run
So I hide from everyone
Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder
Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder
Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder
Writer: Brent Murphy, Gabriel Gallo, Gianni Basile, Kyle McMahan, Michael Lalas, Paul Murphy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid