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Itchy Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
The clock is sprinting I wipe her weary eyes
You your spirit will never die
Her armour chipped and bruised
But by now I am used to it
A sight
Of an idiot on fire
My words are but a weapon to hurt it hurts
If that's what I'm worth
It's an industry disturbed
How can I love
I'm not in my head at the moment
I'm not in my head at the moment