MUSIK

We're running out of time
We've got things on our mind
And things we just don't like
Who do you want to see?
Who do you want to be tonight?

Forgetting the promises you make,

Is how your, your promises easily break
Oh, you sit on your fence
And I'll dig under it
I'll count my losses
And I'll count my sins
I hope you've cleared your mind


You Me At Six – Hard To Swallow

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