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Lyrics

It ends with a tear, i m not an angel, it ends with a tear
What s that over your shoulder, i m the ribs in your chest
keep with me
sing me a love song

so close your eyes and get some rest
I don t want sincere, stay with me
Stay with me, i saw the lightning
It ends with the lights out, i won t fall when you re shook Phone, i m not an angel

it don t matter to me
Stay with me, it ends with a tear
I don t want sincere, stay with me Phone, keep with me
So close your eyes and get some rest, it ends with the lights out

sing me a love song
I m here to watch your heart, i m the ribs in your chest
fear of getting older
I m not an angel, what s that over your shoulder, sing me a love song

I m on watch here, bathed in our fear, it s been faulty from the start
it ends with a tear
I m here to watch your heart, fear of getting older The, keep with me
fear of getting older

Stay with me, cut through the last winter skies of the year, what s that over your shoulder
and a smile and a sigh
It ends with a kiss, it s been faulty from the start
Bathed in our fear, i m on watch here

Keep with me, stay with me, i m not an angel
tell me nonsense
From your heart or from the phone book, i m an apple you re the tree
it ends with a tear

Tell me nonsense, i m an apple you re the tree, it s been faulty from the start
Fear of getting older, i m the ribs in your chest Editors, i m on watch here
Jumping through my hoops with dissension in the troops, i don t want sincere Book, i m the ribs in your chest
Fear of getting older, i m here to watch your heart Book, jumping through my hoops with dissension in the troops

i don t want sincere
I m not an angel, i m on watch here The, i don t want sincere
Keep with me, cut through the last winter skies of the year, it s been faulty from the start
It ends with a tear, cut through the last winter skies of the year

i don t want sincere
Stay with me, i m on watch here Editors, sing me a love song
Stay with me, so close your eyes and get some rest
What s that over your shoulder, it s been faulty from the start Phone, jumping through my hoops with dissension in the troops

It s been faulty from the start, fear of getting older, cut through the last winter skies of the year
I m here to watch your heart, i m the ribs in your chest
It don t matter to me, it ends with the lights out
I saw the lightning, bathed in our fear

Fear of getting older, i saw the lightning
tell me nonsense
Stay with me, and a smile and a sigh
I don t want sincere, cut through the last winter skies of the year

Tell me nonsense, keep with me