Lyrics Nostalgia - Adaline
Quiet
the
chatter
of
voices
who
matter
I
silence
them
in
the
night
I
am
nothing
in
flesh
Hospitable
mess
Skin
with
something
to
hide
Can
we
just
stay
here
I′ll
be
the
kind
you
like
You
pretend
you're
mine
And
I′ll
pretend
you're
right
Till
I
die
I
Keep
myself
in
front
of
the
fire
I
lay
my
life
on
the
line
I
hunt
the
kill
that's
pulling
me
under
I
lay
my
life
on
the
line
Sorting
through
rubble
for
a
bit
of
nostalgia
Keep
myself
in
denial
Laying
bricks
in
the
sand
Avoiding
dry
land
Keep
the
weakness
alive
And
I
fantasize
of
sirens
singing
rhymes
Of
a
different
time
when
everything
was
fine
So
I
lie
and
I
Keep
myself
in
front
of
the
fire
I
lay
my
life
on
the
line
I
hunt
the
kill
that′s
pulling
me
under
I
lay
my
life
on
the
line
For
a
bit
of
nostalgia
A
bit
of
nostalgia
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