Текст песни Limp Right Back - Deer Tick
I'm
sick
of
shaking
hands
I'm
feeling
how
to
end
I
can't
count
the
ways
That
we've
become
untethered
But
I
can
limp
right
back
I'll
put
things
back
together
If
you're
gone,
it's
alright
The
rose
is
on
the
vine
And
I
was
made
to
march
on
'Til
the
end
I'd
blow
away
your
tears
And
suffer
for
your
pleasure
Been
tossed
around
before
And
lost
just
like
a
feather
So
I
will
limp
right
back
I'll
put
things
back
together
If
you're
gone,
it's
alright
The
rose
is
on
the
vine
And
I
was
made
to
march
on
'Til
the
end
Through
sickness
and
in
health
The
friends
I
know
so
well
Playin'
blame
Needs
to
satisfy
Through
sickness
and
in
health
The
friends
I
know
so
well
Playin'
blame
Needs
to
satisfy
I'm
sick
of
shaking
hands
I'm
feeling
how
to
weather
I
can't
count
the
ways
That
we've
become
untethered
But
I
can
limp
right
back
I'll
put
things
back
together
If
you're
gone,
it's
alright
The
rose
is
on
the
vine
And
I
was
made
to
march
on
'Til
the
end
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