Lyrics Pull Your Praise - Garrett Smith
Pull
your
praise
From
my
chest
for
days
I
can't
see
your
face
Sell
my
lie
Craft
my
alibi
But
I
can't
escape
your
eye
No
mess,
no
song,
it's
too
long
For
my
fate
to
inconvenience
you
It's
all
I
need;
made
to
bleed
Take
my
disease,
falling
on
my
knees
No
remorse
Left
with
no
recourse
Sell
my
sinful
seed,
it's
yours
Dig
this
hole
For
my
shattered
soul
Giving
up
all
my
control
No
mess,
no
song,
it's
too
long
For
my
fate
to
inconvenience
you
It's
all
I
need;
made
to
bleed
Take
my
disease,
falling
on
my
knees
Dig
this
hole
For
my
shattered
soul
Giving
up
all
my
control
1 Skip to the End
2 One More Grave
3 Pull Your Praise
4 The Garden
5 Sober
6 Clearing
7 I Was a Lion
8 Lost
9 Bits and Pieces
10 The Table
11 Break Through
12 O.M.G.
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