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letra de métier - marylefthome

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[verse 1]
winter solstice
for the unprepared
my patience at its shortest
is my cross to bear
when fed with silence
creatures starve to death
my lips frozen shut
and a snowed stare

[chorus]
i can tell
(i can tell)
it will come
(it will come)
what i’ve been trying to avoid
when the leaves begin to fall

shelter your-
(shelter your-)
self from the light
(self from the light)
you don’t wanna know what comes out
if you’re exposed for long enough

[post-chorus]
hope you can survive
even when i left you for dead
give me a surprise
faith is not my métier
[instrumental]

[chorus]
i can tell
(i can tell)
from your eyes
(from your eyes)
scanning me as if they could
see right through my every lie

your hungry hands
(your hungry hands)
reaching out
(reaching out)
wishing they could touch my brain
carve it out and see inside

[post-chorus]
and you can try
but you won’t find
what you’re looking for
now the winter’s
covered it all up

[bridge]
hope we can survive
even when we’re at an end
put up a good fight
faith is not my métier
[outro]
faith is not my métier
faith is not my métier
faith is not my métier
faith is not my métier

- marylefthome

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