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Spanish Love Songs - Middle of Nine Lyrics



Spanish Love Songs - Middle of Nine Lyrics




The boatman came your way without warning, other than that black spot in your lungs. In the end we're all blaming someone. No looking back again. Conspiracies melting your brain. Whatever it takes to make you feel safe. Lost love and a six pack of beer. You lay down and pray for another round. But the coughing, the hate and the fear -- they won't let you go. Where would we be if life wasn't a chisel? Middle of nine. You're touched by god. That black hole ate all of your serotonin, and no one asks why you're ready to go. On the day my brother died the world started tilting. Middle of four, now three. Make you question it all. The plans you break. Cement my legacy. But the voices in your head say you're worthless. They won't let you go. But you were a slow march. This life ain't for choosing. There is no second draft. No happiness coming. You've been trying so long that you don't know why you're not smiling. It's a buck in the machine and you let the slots spin. Do you remember the look on my face when you told me you wanted to die? Drive that car right off of the cliff as long as I wasn't inside. You've been crying your whole damn life and they dare ask why you're not smiling. It's a buck in the machine. You let the slot spin and beg let me down easy.
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The boatman came your way without warning, other than that black spot in your lungs. In the end we're all blaming someone. No looking back again. Conspiracies melting your brain. Whatever it takes to make you feel safe. Lost love and a six pack of beer. You lay down and pray for another round. But the coughing, the hate and the fear -- they won't let you go. Where would we be if life wasn't a chisel? Middle of nine. You're touched by god. That black hole ate all of your serotonin, and no one asks why you're ready to go. On the day my brother died the world started tilting. Middle of four, now three. Make you question it all. The plans you break. Cement my legacy. But the voices in your head say you're worthless. They won't let you go. But you were a slow march. This life ain't for choosing. There is no second draft. No happiness coming. You've been trying so long that you don't know why you're not smiling. It's a buck in the machine and you let the slots spin. Do you remember the look on my face when you told me you wanted to die? Drive that car right off of the cliff as long as I wasn't inside. You've been crying your whole damn life and they dare ask why you're not smiling. It's a buck in the machine. You let the slot spin and beg let me down easy.
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Writer: Dylan Slocum, Kyle McAulay, Meredith Van Woert, Ruben Duarte, Trevor Dietrich
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING




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