Face Me

My friend,
I'm here,
I'm here,
I'm here.
Didn't I say
I would be?
Didn't I say
I would be here?
And now there's so little chance I've escaped,
And now there's so little chance I've escaped,
I've escaped.
Face me,
Face me,
Face me.
I'm getting old,
Face me.
It's growing cold,
Face me,
Face me,
Face me,
Face me,
Face me.



Credits
Writer(s): Mara Cecilia Carlyle, Edward Handley, Andrew Turner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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