Besedila: Far. Tin Cans With Strings To You. Seasick.

Believe this as you convalesce
I'm seasick
I'm bleeding from open sores
Four days ago, you said soon
That we'd hit shore

That I find it hard
It's so hard
And I find it hard
And I find it hard

And finally, we've found this land
For all the gifts the people give
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return

I'm kind of nauseous
Either I don't like this
Or I'm still seasick

And I find it hard
It's so hard
I'm finding hard
I'm finding out

You're a liar again, you're a liar again
You're a liar again and again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again

You gave me what was never yours
You gave me what was never yours
You gave me what was never yours
You know what? I don't want it

And I find it hard
It's so hard
I'm finding hard
I'm finding out

Finding hard of finding out
You're a liar, you're a liar again
You're a liar again
No, never said enough

You're a liar again
You're a liar
I want it, I want it, I want it
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