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Which Witch

Florence + The Machine

And it's my own heart
Weighed and measured inside
And it's an old scar
Trying to bleach it out
And it's my own heart
Deemed and delivered a crime
I'm on trial, waiting till the beat comes out
I'm on trial, waiting till the beat comes out

Who's a heretic now?
Am I making sense?
How can you make it stick?
Waiting till the beat comes out
Who's a heretic, child?
Can you make it stick now?
And I'm on trial
Waiting till the beat comes out

I'm miles away, he's on my mind
I'm getting tired of crawling all the way
And I've had enough, it's obvious
And I'm getting tired of crawling all the way
Crawling all the way
Crawling all the way

I'm not beaten by this yet
You can't tell me to regret
Been in the dark since the day we met
Fire, help me to forget
I'm not beaten by this yet
You can't tell me to regret
Been in the dark since the day we met
Fire, help me to forget

And it's my own heart
While tried and tested, it's mine
And it's my own heart
Trying to reach it out
And it's my own heart
Burned but not buried this time
I'm on trial, waiting till the beat comes out
I'm on trial, waiting till the beat comes out

I'm miles away, he's on my mind
I'm getting tired of crawling all the way
And I've had enough, it's obvious
And I'm getting tired of crawling all the way

I'm not beaten by this yet
You can't tell me to regret
Been in the dark since the day we met
Fire, help me to forget
I'm not beaten by this yet
You can't tell me to regret
Been in the dark since the day we met
Fire, help me to forget

Chained and shackled, oh
I'll unravel, oh
It's a pity, oh
Never to return
But I never learn
It's a pity, oh
Chained and shackled, oh
I'll unravel, oh
It's a pity, oh
Say I won't return
But I never learn
It's a pity, oh

Composição: Isabella Summers/Florence Welch





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