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hazelord - what i've done lyrics

[verse 1]
vent to a public made of rocks
make it something that cannot be trial
i’ve been sleeping on each gestures that’ve made her cry
i know you could reach such a prestige by now
but you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what i’ve done
to what i’ve done

[verse 2]
instantly i fall for bear traps
feel they’re not effective, i want more handwritten lips
i will curse and babble the words of your favoritе prophet
burn, take some notеs, i won’t say it again
and you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what i’ve done

[chorus]
if i’m a gift from above, i must be satan’s sp+wn
and any speech just show how much of a liar you are

[post+chorus 1]
for all that’s gold before i touch it
for wars i’ve won, but never acknowledged
for some nights, royal your mind i will call
but you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what i’ve done
to what i’ve done
[verse 3]
(alright)
i dreamt of a prince’s own tone deaf heart
when i failed to die at higher points
i’ve got ankles for the cheapest plastic roads
and the wrists for the ideal pain, of course
but you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to, to…

[verse 4]
two times’ right, enough, a mother said
to ignore what one’s glad of
but i’ve stopped reading her bellicose poems
when i caught words of theirs on rogue+throned irresponsible pupils
so you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what i’ve done

[chorus]
if i’m a gift from above, i must be satan’s sp+wn
and any speech just show how much of a liar you are

[post+chorus 2]
for careful tears on sweet anarchist cheeks
for music mediocre to deaf ears
for some months, impure your heart i will call
but you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what i’ve done
to what i’ve done
[bridge]
(1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4)
i’m obsoletely so modernly cruel
insufficiently, excessively fierce
i’m obsoletely so modernly cruel (despise i wish i could, the lowlife in the window)
insufficiently, excessively fierce (proofs less useful, if any was ever)
i’m obsoletely so modernly cruel (a cleanable crowbar, for the besmirched flesh of mine)
insufficiently, excessively fierce (i wish, i wish, then i fall)

[chorus]
if i’m a gift from above, i must be satan’s sp+wn
and any speech just show how much of a liar you are
my bleaker gown, and the most immoral mask i know
could never numb any forearm i’ve anyway ripped off

[post+chorus 3]
for sold out daguerrotype phalanges
for soles made out of doormats remarried
for one night, my wish won’t be ruination
but you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close
no, you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close
no, you’ll never ever, ever, ever get even close
to what i’ve done

[outro]
to what i’ve done
to what i’ve done
to what i’ve done
to what i’ve done

- hazelord lyrics

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