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Passion Pit - To Kingdom Come Passion Pit - To Kingdom Come |
| That's a frosty way to speak
to tell me how to live next to your potpourri
all this talking pulls my teeth
I believed in you, you believed in...
Me, I creied out 'God!'
you dared me in the dark I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark
so now I hide in piles of princely orange peels
it feels the way you told me how it'd always feel.
Once I had a name to claim
I scraped it on the walls
like an orthodox saint
I wish for the same old things that trurned me inside out, keeling in such pain,
its a game!
Me, I cried out 'God'
you dared me in the dark,
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark
so now I hide in piles of princely orange peels,
it feels the way you told me how it'd always feel
Never have I ever been,
clutching at your hair to cure you of some sin,
but thats the kind of state I'm in,
swimming in a pool of godly medicine
Come, come hear it calling me yelling,
like if there was ever there was someone who could make things heavenly again...
Feel Alright!
Me, I cried out 'God'
you dared me in the dark
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark,
so now I hide in piles pf pricley orange peals,
It feels the way you told me it would always feel (x2)
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Carter Burwell:
Passion Pit:
