Sweet Disorder

Sweet Disorder - Orenda Fink

I love that you leave inside

And never like it it something I can't be called

Crazy sweet disorder

I believed in nothing and in the end thats what I got

Lets go sleep nothing more

A pale of clothes that I once ward

Whispea word I want to hear

Or let myself up in the light

Sweet disorder sweet disorder

Calm is when you live inside

And hold tight me its something I can't be call

Crazy sweet disorder off

They don't know I'm happy with what I got

On my way I couldn't pass I help her women to not fall back

I whisper words she wanted to heard

I walked to away and in the end she sleep

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Sweet disorder

I wash my hands and try to smile

Sweet disorder you think as a child

Whisper words he want to hear

If I could just stat for another year

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Sweet disorder