With Thoughts of Sympathy Lyrics

by The Lord Weird Slough Feg
Album: The Slay Stack Grows - Early Demos and Live Recordings 
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Now that the scars are etched into my brain

Feel the strain from the inside

Take my last sip of love's sweet wine

Standing by the window wasting precious time

Realizing that I'll never make you mine

I guess that baby you're just not my kind

Now that the scars are etched into my brain

Feel the strain from the inside

Take my last sip of love's sweet wine

Standing by the window wasting precious time

Realizing that I'll never make you mine

I guess that baby you're just not my kind

There's nothing more that I can do

There's no way to get through to you

So I'll throw my broken corpse into the road

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