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Cold Bones Video (MV)




Performed By: Tightrope
Length: 4:32
Written by: Brandan Pickford




Tightrope - Cold Bones Lyrics




Good nights don't mean good mornings for me, no
In retrospect, I'm living in a nightmare
Yet it's all surreal, and I don't wanna feel
The Shakes in my hands or sweat from my glands

Woah, it's not too late to try to think yet
Woah, it's not too late to grab a drink, no
Woah, it's not too late

But the liquor makes me sicker than it ever did
My mind is lying, my body's dying while I grin

Wrap up my cold bones 'til warmth begins
Or take all my cold ones out the fridge

Mum can you hear me puking through the night
Yeah, I'm sorry about the mess and the fight
But I can't keep down a meal, so I grab the wheel
Head to the bar again, to down a drink or ten

Woah, it's not too late to try to think yet
Woah, it's not too late to grab a drink, no
Woah, it's not too late

But the liquor makes me sicker than it ever did
My mind is lying, my body's dying while I grin

Wrap up my cold bones 'til warmth begins
Or take all my cold ones out the fridge
Wrap up my cold bones 'til warmth begins
Or take all my cold ones out the fridge
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Good nights don't mean good mornings for me, no
In retrospect, I'm living in a nightmare
Yet it's all surreal, and I don't wanna feel
The Shakes in my hands or sweat from my glands

Woah, it's not too late to try to think yet
Woah, it's not too late to grab a drink, no
Woah, it's not too late

But the liquor makes me sicker than it ever did
My mind is lying, my body's dying while I grin

Wrap up my cold bones 'til warmth begins
Or take all my cold ones out the fridge

Mum can you hear me puking through the night
Yeah, I'm sorry about the mess and the fight
But I can't keep down a meal, so I grab the wheel
Head to the bar again, to down a drink or ten

Woah, it's not too late to try to think yet
Woah, it's not too late to grab a drink, no
Woah, it's not too late

But the liquor makes me sicker than it ever did
My mind is lying, my body's dying while I grin

Wrap up my cold bones 'til warmth begins
Or take all my cold ones out the fridge
Wrap up my cold bones 'til warmth begins
Or take all my cold ones out the fridge
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Writer: Brandan Pickford
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