| Song | All My Friends |
| Artist | Mister Owl |
| Album | All My Friends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| See, Believe, | |
| Forget me, | |
| My playful thoughts contrive, | |
| Nights concede to reckless versions of myself, | |
| All my real friends gather stay my wanting for a shield, | |
| I can’t see you real, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, | |
| A picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her, | |
| A ledged talk and | |
| I can’t stop, | |
| I’m falling through the gates, | |
| Of resentment, | |
| Mine, sworn to think in contrast to what we really are, | |
| Pleased, Hiding thoughts, | |
| Life is lost, | |
| My turn at hope transpires, | |
| All my real friends gather for their chances too receive, | |
| I can’t see you real, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, | |
| A picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her | |
| A ledged talk and | |
| I can’t stop, | |
| I’m falling through the gates, | |
| Of resentment, | |
| Bad news on the doorstep, | |
| I want to put it away, | |
| Real words escape me, | |
| I can’t name it, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, a picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her, | |
| All I fear and all | |
| I hate I bring it back too you, | |
| All my real friends |
| See, Believe, | |
| Forget me, | |
| My playful thoughts contrive, | |
| Nights concede to reckless versions of myself, | |
| All my real friends gather stay my wanting for a shield, | |
| I can' t see you real, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, | |
| A picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her, | |
| A ledged talk and | |
| I can' t stop, | |
| I' m falling through the gates, | |
| Of resentment, | |
| Mine, sworn to think in contrast to what we really are, | |
| Pleased, Hiding thoughts, | |
| Life is lost, | |
| My turn at hope transpires, | |
| All my real friends gather for their chances too receive, | |
| I can' t see you real, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, | |
| A picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her | |
| A ledged talk and | |
| I can' t stop, | |
| I' m falling through the gates, | |
| Of resentment, | |
| Bad news on the doorstep, | |
| I want to put it away, | |
| Real words escape me, | |
| I can' t name it, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, a picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her, | |
| All I fear and all | |
| I hate I bring it back too you, | |
| All my real friends |
| See, Believe, | |
| Forget me, | |
| My playful thoughts contrive, | |
| Nights concede to reckless versions of myself, | |
| All my real friends gather stay my wanting for a shield, | |
| I can' t see you real, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, | |
| A picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her, | |
| A ledged talk and | |
| I can' t stop, | |
| I' m falling through the gates, | |
| Of resentment, | |
| Mine, sworn to think in contrast to what we really are, | |
| Pleased, Hiding thoughts, | |
| Life is lost, | |
| My turn at hope transpires, | |
| All my real friends gather for their chances too receive, | |
| I can' t see you real, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, | |
| A picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her | |
| A ledged talk and | |
| I can' t stop, | |
| I' m falling through the gates, | |
| Of resentment, | |
| Bad news on the doorstep, | |
| I want to put it away, | |
| Real words escape me, | |
| I can' t name it, | |
| All I hate and all | |
| I fear, I bring it back to you, | |
| Do you feel it, | |
| The night is gone and all we get, a picture for a poem, | |
| And we lose her, | |
| All I fear and all | |
| I hate I bring it back too you, | |
| All my real friends |