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letra de composure - waxwane

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[verse 1]
make sure the rope’s tight
’cause i don’t like heights
and lookin’ down makes me sick
i’ll force my b-tterflies to fly in formation
one false step and i know i’ll slip
i’m always tryin’ to stay grounded without fallin’ to my death
i’m always findin’ a way ’round it, to safeguard the good in me that’s left

[hook]
well i promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint
this is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames
live in the dark, give h-ll your soul to claim
or let your body burn to light the way
well i promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint
this is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames
live in the dark, give h-ll your soul to claim
or let your body burn to light the way

[verse 2]
make sure the rope’s tight
’cause i don’t like heights
and lookin’ down makes me sick
if my nerves don’t spark in sequence
i’ll just be thankful i worked on my grip
but if i fell, then i’d still sing
a raven’s still a songbird after you clip its wings
and when tempter sends or tempest brings my last moments
i’ll be falling free

[hook]
well i promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint
this is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames
live in the dark, give h-ll your soul to claim
or let your body burn to light the way
well i promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint
this is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames
live in the dark, give h-ll your soul to claim
or let your body burn to light the way

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