"Love" lyrics
"Love"
So wise, so young to never live long
It seems like I grew up as it grew dark
And I decided I no longer wanted to write
About what keeps us apart
And I'm not surprised, I've spent all this time
Just singing, "God, send
Cigarettes and purpose to guide this life"
God, send cigarettes and purpose to guide this
Oh, and this is what I wanted
But my prayers distorted
Oh, a dream come true
And it's nicotine and disappointment
And I'm not surprised, I've spent all this time
Singing, "God send the softest flesh to ease the stress of this troubled mind"
So waded lavishly through sin, traded amnesty for skin
Haven't seen sex and respect in the same place ever since
And I'm not surprised, I've spent all this time
Just singing, "God, send
Cigarettes and purpose to guide this life"
God, send cigarettes and purpose to guide this
Oh, look what nightmares these prayers become
Oh, God send employment, culture, combat to occupy the young
Oh, the vacant voicemails and anti-depressants can make you forget
Oh, I'm nothing without my influences, I'm nothing without my friends
I can't help but love this life again
I can't help but love this life again
God, send cigarettes and purpose to guide this life
God, send cigarettes and purpose to guide this
Writer(s): Shonie Osumanu, Unknown Writer
- AZLyrics
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- Crime In Stereo Lyrics
compilation:
"Selective Wreckage" (2008)
(Panned Auras)
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