Front Row Seats To The End Of The World [Alternate Take] lyrics by Funeral for a Friend

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Front Row Seats To The End Of The World [Alternate Take] by Funeral for a Friendالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Front Row Seats To The End Of The World [Alternate Take] by Funeral for a Friend

You never feel it until it's too late
You never see it coming
It hurts my head when you tell me that everything's alright

I've tried to write something meaningful but I feel I've lost my stride
Can't think of anything witty or flattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation
It's no fucking interrogation so quit while you're behind

Open your eyes and look outside
It's gonna fuck you up and leave an empty shell
Dressing better is a bigger tell
Your best lipstick for annihilation

I've tried to write something meaningful but I feel I've lost my stride
Can't think of anything witty or flattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation
It's no fucking interrogation so quit while you're behind

Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes

I've tried to write something meaningful but I feel I've lost my stride
Can't think of anything witty or flattering tonight
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation
It's no fucking interrogation so quit while you're behind

I write some words on a scrap of paper
Tied it tightly round my little finger
Can't think of anything that would make it worth the fight

Falling slowly with the little numbers
Every time I feel like hating someone
Can't think of anyone that would make it worth the fighta

Writer : BURROUGH, GAVIN / RICHARDS, RYAN / DAVIES-KREYE, MATTHEW / COOMBS-ROBERTS, KRIS / BOUCHER, RICHARD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing