paroles de chanson The Pain That's yet to Come - Matt Elliott
You
do
a
great
job
as
a
muse
I′m
all
lost
and
confused
Unsure
of
what
to
do
Clawing
for
clues
And
I
will
send
my
soul
out
to
you
Over
mountains
and
through
woods
I'd
crawl
to
you
Just
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
you
And
should
you
hear
a
creaking
from
the
floor
See
a
movement
of
the
door
You
know
the
score
I′m
closer
than
you
thought
And
if
you
think
I'm
howling
at
the
moon
Know
I'm
howling
for
you
It′s
all
that
I
can
do
Just
to
spit
and
scream
for
you
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