Little Finger

God likes making you naked
We really like how you came in blazing
Now, you're feeling the weight of the man
Wrapped around your soul at night
While all the dogs are freaking out

I'm living what you said
Everybody's dead
When they don't know that life
Is wasted on a man
Who don't know he's in a fight
And there's fire on the wind
And where are you going now
Where are you going now

Oh, round and round it goes
Round and round it goes
Oh, round and round it goes
Round and round it goes

Holding all your love in your hand
Everybody's sad
When everybody's sad
If heaven only knew what it meant
To lose it in your hand
Then I wouldn't be here, man
We wouldn't be here, man



Credits
Writer(s): Mathew Brittin
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