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Son Little

Skid

 

Skid

(album: Invisible - 2019)


When it's cold out
They don't feel a thing
Snowing heavily
But you say it's nothing
The hours that flicker
It will all go away
But could you remember a better day

Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend

As the harsh blue lights of early morning dim
Struggle up now the gutters are emptying
Nobody talks about skid anymore
Nobody talks about skid anymore
But he's still there though
Oh Lord
He's still there though

Hooray, well it's got no familiar ring
Takes awhile to remember things
With the same old sound
And the same old sights
If you breathe a little deeper
Will it be alright

Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend

Don't face the day
No need to even try
Better to pretend
Don't find out why
If it's on your mind
It'll soon disappear
Could it get any harder
Year after year

Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend

As the harsh blue lights of early morning dim
Struggle up now the gutters are emptying

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