Текст песни This Kind of Breakdown - Zoë
I'm
the
widow
of
my
own
life
I'm
a
quitter
looking
for
a
knife
I'm
a
jumper
afraid
of
heights
Nothing
turns
out
to
be
alright
Break
me,
shape
me
Hold
me
against
the
walls
of
time
and
Make
me
Make
me
a
man
I'm
the
burier
of
my
own
body
I'm
mean
guy
afraid
to
be
naughty
I
have
a
troubled
mind
killing
me
slowly
Nothing
turns
out
to
be
alright
I
guess
love
will
provide
me
The
kingdom
come
I
wait
to
be
saved
From
this
kind
of
breakdown
Shall
I
stay
And
wait
for
the
outcome
Smoothly
escape
from
this
kind
of
breakdown
I've
a
future
running
away
And
a
pair
of
boots
refusing
to
stray
I
am
frightened
to
be
afraid
Nothing
turns
out
to
be
alright
Break
me,
shape
me
Hold
me
against
the
walls
of
time
and
Make
me
Make
me
the
man
I
want
to
be,
so
Take
me
Shake
me
Save
my
soul
if
you
have
the
time
While
you
make
me
Make
me
a
man
Breakdown
Breakdown
I
guess
love
will
provide
me
The
kingdom
come
I
wait
to
be
saved
From
this
kind
of
breakdown
Shall
I
stay
And
wait
for
the
outcome
Smoothly
escape
from
this
kind
of
breakdown
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