A Good Reason To Grow Old Songtext

Owl John

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A Good Reason To Grow Old Songtext
Good grief and grace turn their backs to me
Put shovels into the cold soil
In a pulse-racing second they gave up on their awful toil

Hell on earth and hate turn to face me
Stuck knuckles into each of my eyes
Then a drunken-thumb stranger put pave to the constant cry

With my head in my hands, I dissolve to die alone
Now I've finally found a good reason to grow old,
A good reason to

Rapture and love brought me dancing
Lit up every last heartbroken light
In the ecstasy of everything the debt I have wanted expired

Bitterness and lust caught me laughing
Asked why my expression had changed
After years of such company they'd never seen the look on my face

With my head in my hands I dissolve to alone
Now I've finally found a good reason to grow old
I was ready to drown in the afterlife, not anymore
Now I've finally found a good reason to grow old
A good reason to

Oh, How she murders morbid thought
Oh, plunges a knife into the suicide in my blood
Oh, how she murders morbid thought
Oh, plunges a knife into the suicide & I am born

She'll turn your back to the afterlife
Kick dust into the eys of it all
Turn your back to the afterlife
Climb out of your shallow hole
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