Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? (Super Deluxe)

Lay Still

You found his medals in a box in the attic
With a pink carnation and the satanic panic
On the street
You know everyone you meet
You’re not who he thought you’d be 
And from Humberside to Dundee
You can feel it running through the oak trees
Well I’ll fell them
For a one bed in soho
Where there’s people and there’s lights
Outside my window
And running into you I’ll slowly crumble
It’s true
I’m still ill 
For you 

And on the iron bridge I waited
Collapse beneath the weight of of all I did
And on the way down
I’ll write you a love song
Hoping that one day you’ll sing along
I’m forgetting your face
It’s been so long 
And it’s true
I’m still ill
For you

Íosa

The Cranberries

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