The lyric "sobriety grows blurred. oh father i'll be eating these here words. and i know that the poison clouds the screams & the noise & we nearly got away this time but you cannot escape these problems. but these so called heroes are all so delirious that they'll never get away this time. giving up giving up is our only crime. softly longing for a hero in a life of living hard. tinkling the ivories in an elephant graveyard. oh father won't you stop living so hard?" is featured in 1 different songs in our database, showcasing its versatility in music.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
sobriety grows blurred. oh father i'll be eating these here words. and i know that the poison clouds the screams & the noise & we nearly got away this time but you cannot escape these problems. but these so called heroes are all so delirious that they'll never get away this time. giving up giving up is our only crime. softly longing for a hero in a life of living hard. tinkling the ivories in an elephant graveyard. oh father won't you stop living so hard?
Singer: inme
someday when i'm older i'll be eating these here words. the grand scheme closes in on me
sobriety grows blurred. oh father i'll be eating these here words. and i know that the poison clouds the screams & the noise & we nearly got away this time but you cannot escape these problems. but these so called heroes are all so delirious that they'll never get away this time. giving up giving up is our only crime. softly longing for a hero in a life of living hard. tinkling the ivories in an elephant graveyard. oh father won't you stop living so hard?
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someday when i'm older i'll be eating these here words. the grand scheme closes in on me
sobriety grows blurred. oh father i'll be eating these here words. and i know that the poison clouds the screams & the noise & we nearly got away this time but you cannot escape these problems. but these so called heroes are all so delirious that they'll never get away this time. giving up giving up is our only crime. softly longing for a hero in a life of living hard. tinkling the ivories in an elephant graveyard. oh father won't you stop living so hard?
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