And it's my whole heart Weighed and measured inside And it's an old scar Trying to bleach it out And it's my whole heart Deemed and delivered a crime I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out
Who's a heretic now? Am I making sense How can you make it stick Waiting 'til the beat comes out Who's a heretic, child Can you make it stick, now And I'm on trial Waiting 'til the beat comes out
I'm miles away He's on my mind I'm getting tired of crawling all the way And I've had enough It's obvious And I'm getting tired of crawling all the way Crawling all the way Crawling all the way
I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget
And it's my whole heart While tried and tested, it's mine And it's my whole heart Trying to reach it out And it's my whole heart Burned but not buried this time I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out
I'm miles away He's on my mind I'm getting tired of crawling all the way And I've had enough It's obvious And I'm getting tired of crawling all the way
I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget
Chained and shackled, oh All that gravel, oh It's a pity, oh
Never to return But I never learn It's a pity, oh
Chained and shackled, oh All that gravel, oh It's a pity, oh
Say I won't return But I never learn It's a pity, oh
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Compositores: Florence Welch (Florence and The Machine) (PRS), Isabella Janet Florentina Summers (PRS)Editores: Florence + The Machine Ltd., Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2015ECAD verificado obra #11860684 e fonograma #11433441 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM