Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep little lion man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear?
Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble little lion man, You'll never settle any of your score Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck
But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear?
Compositores: Benjamin Walter David Lovett (Ben Lovett) (PRS), Edward James Milton Dwane (Edward Dwane) (PRS), Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford (Marcus Mumford) (PRS), Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall (Country Winston) (PRS)Editor: Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2009ECAD verificado obra #4244633 e fonograma #1959660 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM