Текст песни Troubles, Sorrow, Mercy - Audra Mae , Vista Kicks

Give me all your trouble, I don't mind
Give me all your trouble out of your mind
Got so many of my own
Yours won't bother mine
Give me all your trouble, I don't mind

What goes up must come down
Everything comes back around
I've been washed up
Put out and left to dry
Hanging on a line

Tell me all your stories, I got time
Already paid the price for your crime
You may have your demons
But they ain't worse than mine
Tell me all your stories, I got time

What goes up must come down
Everything comes back around
I've been washed up
Put out and left to dry
Hanging on a line

Give me all your mercy, I got none
Gambling all my life, never won
I've been running faster than a bullet from a gun
Give me all your mercy, I got none

What goes up must come down
Everything comes back around
I've been washed up
Put out and left to dry
Hanging on a line

Give me all your trouble
Tell me all your stories
Give me all your mercy