Breadwinner Songtext
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Breadwinner Songtext
Aligned with this rock is the water
It touches the surface to crack and turn round
No idle reflection to milk my perfection but
Shrink and go all the way down
Here′s what I see but be proud, its too easy
Reflection do crumble or turn round
Here's what I need but be proud, it′s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
Tide down to the ease, so as to lean against straighter times
One theories have air
No eager commitment to place the indifferent
Shoot all the feelings that care
Here's what I see but be proud, its too easy
Reflection do crumble or turn round
Here's what I need but be proud, it′s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
Here′s what I see but be proud, its too easy
Reflection do crumble or turn round
Here's what I need but be proud, it′s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
I am no breadwinner
I have no hands leading me somewhere
Confront my daily blur
It's grown from frail to delirium
I am no breadwinner
I have no hands leading me somewhere
Confront my daily blur
It′s grown from frail to delirium
It touches the surface to crack and turn round
No idle reflection to milk my perfection but
Shrink and go all the way down
Here′s what I see but be proud, its too easy
Reflection do crumble or turn round
Here's what I need but be proud, it′s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
Tide down to the ease, so as to lean against straighter times
One theories have air
No eager commitment to place the indifferent
Shoot all the feelings that care
Here's what I see but be proud, its too easy
Reflection do crumble or turn round
Here's what I need but be proud, it′s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
Here′s what I see but be proud, its too easy
Reflection do crumble or turn round
Here's what I need but be proud, it′s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
I am no breadwinner
I have no hands leading me somewhere
Confront my daily blur
It's grown from frail to delirium
I am no breadwinner
I have no hands leading me somewhere
Confront my daily blur
It′s grown from frail to delirium
Writer(s): Tim Berkestijn Van, Beatriz De Rijke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
