Cold shoulder, hot temper and I cant sleep.
Safe passage for frail package, bonne nuit.
Is it just the tides changed and frailtys drowned?
Have you ever had to change something so personal
That you just froze?
Face matters. Theres no more light inside of us, I suppose.
Is it just a mind game that frailtys lost?
Okay I should have learned my lesson.
Okay I shouldve kept them guessing.
Okay I made the wrong impression.
Oh.. I.
Cold shoulders, hot tempers and I cant sleep.
Safe passage for frail package, bonne nuit.
Is it that the tides changed and frailtys drown?
Artist: Porter Wagoner
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