Things Outside The Skin - Rise Of The Fall | Feat. We Never Sleep

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I'm burn'n for you baby. I'm turning myself down low.
I think I'm ache'n maybe, just maybe.
Faith is for believers. Can't believe anything I don't see.
This is just the fever, the fever, the city puts in me

She believes in her poison and I believe in my pain.
I've got one kind of addiction that her mouth can tame.
They've got two tongues around me, three ways this could go.
It's the moves under the covers, bury my heart down so low.

She believes in her poison and I believe in my pain.
It's the curse of the city and all these girls on the train
that don't know love is the illusion. Smoke from the fire that's all.
It's the death of the summer and the rise of the fall.

I'm burn'n for you baby. I'm trying to let you go.
But I think I'm ache'n maybe, just maybe.
Faith is for believers. Can't believe in things I don't see.
This is just the fever, the fever, the city gave me.

She believes in her poison and I believe in my pain.
I've got one kind of addiction that her mouth can tame.
They've got two tongues around me, three ways this could go.
It's the moves under the covers, turn my head down so low.

She believes in her poison and I believe in my pain.
It's the curse of the city and all these girls on the train
that don't know love is the illusion. Smoke from the fire that's all.
With the death of the summer and the rise of the fall.

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released October 19, 2015
Music, arrangement and production by Things Outside the Skin / Chvad Bernhard : www.outside-the-skin.com
Featuring vocals and lyrics from James Devin / We Never Sleep
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We Never Sleep Virginia Beach, Virginia

Hailing from the East Coast, We Never Sleep (#weneversleep) is the solo work of J.D (James Devin).

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