Season Me Right Lyrics
| Song | Season Me Right |
| Artist | Alcoholic Faith Mission |
| Album | Let This Be The Last Night We Care |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| very last words | |
| uttered from your lips | |
| tore me into pieces | |
| threw you to the ground | |
| wiped me from your body | |
| drained me from the sheets | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words | |
| now it's surely over | |
| unless you bring me tea | |
| while serving yourself up to | |
| the queen in me | |
| i picked on everything | |
| you held to be the truth | |
| i lived on my machines | |
| nothing's ever real | |
| i placed you on a fruitstand | |
| you rotted into mulch | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words | |
| unravelling before med | |
| handle you like meat | |
| serving you for entrês | |
| the remainder of the week | |
| very last words | |
| uttered from your lips | |
| tore me into pieces | |
| threw you to the ground | |
| wiped me from your body | |
| drained me from the sheets | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words |
| very last words | |
| uttered from your lips | |
| tore me into pieces | |
| threw you to the ground | |
| wiped me from your body | |
| drained me from the sheets | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words | |
| now it' s surely over | |
| unless you bring me tea | |
| while serving yourself up to | |
| the queen in me | |
| i picked on everything | |
| you held to be the truth | |
| i lived on my machines | |
| nothing' s ever real | |
| i placed you on a fruitstand | |
| you rotted into mulch | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words | |
| unravelling before med | |
| handle you like meat | |
| serving you for entr s | |
| the remainder of the week | |
| very last words | |
| uttered from your lips | |
| tore me into pieces | |
| threw you to the ground | |
| wiped me from your body | |
| drained me from the sheets | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words |
| very last words | |
| uttered from your lips | |
| tore me into pieces | |
| threw you to the ground | |
| wiped me from your body | |
| drained me from the sheets | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words | |
| now it' s surely over | |
| unless you bring me tea | |
| while serving yourself up to | |
| the queen in me | |
| i picked on everything | |
| you held to be the truth | |
| i lived on my machines | |
| nothing' s ever real | |
| i placed you on a fruitstand | |
| you rotted into mulch | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words | |
| unravelling before med | |
| handle you like meat | |
| serving you for entr s | |
| the remainder of the week | |
| very last words | |
| uttered from your lips | |
| tore me into pieces | |
| threw you to the ground | |
| wiped me from your body | |
| drained me from the sheets | |
| still they resonate | |
| your very last words |
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