Correction Paroles Speak Slow par Stand Atlantic

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Could have made you crumple at my feet
But I sold my health to slurry speech
Sketching myself to be
'Cause grey is not a shade I want to be
Seeking that sensitive head rush
And I find myself another crutch
Can't seem to understand
I am the smoke from my gun

All the mistakes I've made
Dragging my self-esteem
Just pulling myself away
From all the mould that grew inside of me
Sleep in the mess I made
Wake in the empty space
Treading the open sea
I got myself and that's all that I need

Speak slow, speak slow
Still stuck in the free throw
But it's alright
I should go
But I stare out of windows
When there's nothing outside

Wrestle the cracks under my skin
Shaking the walls I'm buried in
I'm up and down, I want the taste of what's left in between
These burnt and bound and broken wings
Adjust my eyes and a subtle pinch
I didn't fight this hard to give in to the sting

Speak slow, speak slow
Still stuck in the free throw
But it's alright
I should go
But I stare out of windows
When there's nothing outside

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Give me somewhere to go
They gave me vertigo
Everything takes its toll
Reaching outside my home
Just to still feel alone
Everything moves so slow
Stuck in the free throw

Speak slow, speak slow
Still stuck in the free throw
But it's alright
I should go
But I stare out of windows
When there's nothing outside

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