Chaplin by After Edmund

Art and Commerce by After Edmund

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Chaplin
by After Edmund

Album: Art and Commerce

There's really something running all over my hands
I am a liar dying to understand
There is a flower petal stuck in the sand
These marching hours never come to an end
I hear a drumbeat
Something filling my head
I just discovered what it means to be dead
My heart is cheating, beating me to death
Is there a reason, a reason, for the regret

I'm just a star-crossed lover who has lost his soul
Searching every city street saying, "don't go"
This purgatory that I'm living in, it feels like hell
Somewhere in between, or somewhere
I just can't tell

There's really something running all over my hands
I am a liar dying to understand
There is a flower petal stuck in the sand
These marching hours never come to an end

I'm just a star-crossed lover who has lost his soul
Searching every city street saying, "don't go"
This purgatory that I'm living in, it feels like hell
Somewhere in between, or somewhere
I just can't tell

I'm just a star-crossed lover who has lost his soul
Searching every city street saying, "don't go"
This purgatory that I'm living in, it feels like hell
Somewhere in between, or somewhere
I just can't tell

I'm just a star-crossed lover who has lost his soul
Searching every city street saying, "don't go"
This purgatory that I'm living in, it feels like hell
Somewhere in between, or somewhere
I just can't tell

I just can't tell