Bastille - The draw
In my left hand there is a familiar In my right hand there’s a great unknown I can see the madly different brassesbut i’m drawn to wilder nights at home don’t listen to your friends, see the despair, behind their eyesDon’t listen to your friends, they only care and want to know whyI can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling me I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling meAre you twisting way beyond what’s knownIn your mind is the words that they might sayto be floating farther than what’s knownwhen you go home everything has changeddon’t listen to your friends, see the despair, behind their eyesDon’t listen to your friends, they only care and want to know whyI can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling me I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling me(woah oh oh oh…woah oh oh oh oh…)I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling me I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling meI can feel the drawI can feel it’s pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling me I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling meI can feel the drawI can feel it’s pulling me backit’s pulling me backit’s pulling me I can feel the drawthe draw the drawthe draw…the draw
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