My Arms Hurt from Stealing

Swallow
Even a lost cause - you'll feel
I am trying to go - ghost
I would build a city (a city)
Reservation lost again
Oh, lover you are my lost cause
Attention and over waiting
To the ugly and oppressed
Where are you now (where is God for me untouched)
It's not pretty (lurching)
It's not right (ugly)
Red

Rest yourself in my skinny lips
And hear what I speak to you
Gospel baby you praise the sky

Rest yourself in my skinny lips
And hear what I speak to you
Gospel baby you praise the sky
I am loud and ready to die



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Libby
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