Lungs Like Gallows

LRC by lzh from jiangxi pingxiang

@ 51lrc @

I give to prove to myself

that I can matter to somebody else

Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?

If so don't put your faith in the desert sand

There are gallows deep inside my lungs

thats where I hung ambition

Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?

Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders I spill salt on sores

and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?

Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders I spill salt on sores

and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

I don't need her I'm not that desperate

Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then

Cause I'm not done screaming yet

You can call off the intervention

Is it luck that's knocking on my back door?

Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders I spill salt on sores

and I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

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