Tom Fowkes - Foundlings

Choke, smoke and I wonder, its all begin
I couldn’t help but see myself as this pain in your side
I tried to think better back to when all of this once let go
With times that smiled at you and I feeling less than alone
Oh over again it seems to roll, over again
And it’s times in life that I fall that I get up and see where I’ve tripped
To be where it was
It’s my time here
And it’s mine that I see
To wait when it’s over
I’ll be the pain
I’ll be the mistake and still I was
Cut over again as it was and almost all my fault
I tried to forget and to move but I’m slowly drifting away
It’s useless to turn and it’s useless to say
I’m all but regrets on my own, still I never made sense
Still I never made sense
Still I never made sense
Still I never made
All better words, all better words
All better words, all better words
I let it go
All better words, all better words
I let us down
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I slipped on here, I let it go
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I let us slip here, I let us rest in all the worst
All better words, all better words
I let us dress in all the mess, I let it fall that I confess, I let us go
All better words, all better words

Written by:
Thomas Fowkes

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