Song | Beacons |
Artist | Ours to Alibi |
Album | Beacons |
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I will be taking care of business | |
I’ll run it all into the ground | |
I’ll pay my debts and walk away from this | |
Careless hearts and their cellist hands come deep as outs | |
They can’t save us now | |
And I won’t be made to take this | |
Stupid ending then the eye | |
I held the world on my shoulder | |
I had the public on my side | |
And I will take this bitter pill | |
As I would swallow my pride | |
And I’ll take everything | |
That you hold dear | |
And I will try to feel something | |
As I chew upon your fears | |
When the beacons burn, the lights go out | |
I will know my work is done | |
I would give credit if it would you | |
You build your house on shifting sands and watched your garden as it grew | |
Eyes down, no questions asked | |
Or the devil really will find work for idle hands to do | |
And I won’t be made to take this | |
Stupid ending then the eye | |
I held the world on my shoulder | |
I had the public on my side | |
And I will take this bitter pill | |
As I would swallow my pride | |
And I’ll take everything | |
That you hold dear | |
And I will try to feel something | |
As I chew upon your fears | |
When the beacons burn, the lights go out | |
I will know my work is done | |
There is no more, than this ending | |
That I can give to you | |
There is no more than this ending | |
There is nothing more at all | |
There is no more, than this ending | |
That I can give to you | |
There is no more than this ending | |
There is nothing more at all |
I will be taking care of business | |
I' ll run it all into the ground | |
I' ll pay my debts and walk away from this | |
Careless hearts and their cellist hands come deep as outs | |
They can' t save us now | |
And I won' t be made to take this | |
Stupid ending then the eye | |
I held the world on my shoulder | |
I had the public on my side | |
And I will take this bitter pill | |
As I would swallow my pride | |
And I' ll take everything | |
That you hold dear | |
And I will try to feel something | |
As I chew upon your fears | |
When the beacons burn, the lights go out | |
I will know my work is done | |
I would give credit if it would you | |
You build your house on shifting sands and watched your garden as it grew | |
Eyes down, no questions asked | |
Or the devil really will find work for idle hands to do | |
And I won' t be made to take this | |
Stupid ending then the eye | |
I held the world on my shoulder | |
I had the public on my side | |
And I will take this bitter pill | |
As I would swallow my pride | |
And I' ll take everything | |
That you hold dear | |
And I will try to feel something | |
As I chew upon your fears | |
When the beacons burn, the lights go out | |
I will know my work is done | |
There is no more, than this ending | |
That I can give to you | |
There is no more than this ending | |
There is nothing more at all | |
There is no more, than this ending | |
That I can give to you | |
There is no more than this ending | |
There is nothing more at all |
I will be taking care of business | |
I' ll run it all into the ground | |
I' ll pay my debts and walk away from this | |
Careless hearts and their cellist hands come deep as outs | |
They can' t save us now | |
And I won' t be made to take this | |
Stupid ending then the eye | |
I held the world on my shoulder | |
I had the public on my side | |
And I will take this bitter pill | |
As I would swallow my pride | |
And I' ll take everything | |
That you hold dear | |
And I will try to feel something | |
As I chew upon your fears | |
When the beacons burn, the lights go out | |
I will know my work is done | |
I would give credit if it would you | |
You build your house on shifting sands and watched your garden as it grew | |
Eyes down, no questions asked | |
Or the devil really will find work for idle hands to do | |
And I won' t be made to take this | |
Stupid ending then the eye | |
I held the world on my shoulder | |
I had the public on my side | |
And I will take this bitter pill | |
As I would swallow my pride | |
And I' ll take everything | |
That you hold dear | |
And I will try to feel something | |
As I chew upon your fears | |
When the beacons burn, the lights go out | |
I will know my work is done | |
There is no more, than this ending | |
That I can give to you | |
There is no more than this ending | |
There is nothing more at all | |
There is no more, than this ending | |
That I can give to you | |
There is no more than this ending | |
There is nothing more at all |