Little Deaths
Sir Sly"Little Deaths" is a song by Sir Sly, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:03 long and contains 43 lines and 281 words.
Lyrics
0:08And I'm fed up with little deaths
0:11Pretend I'm free of consequences
0:16I see it now I made a mess
0:19I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
0:27I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
0:35I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
0:43I don't know how to be alone
0:51Never learned to face the unknown
0:59I don't know how to be alone
1:06Shallow breaths as panic grows
1:12I needed you to fix me
1:16Now I need a pick-me-up
1:23Out of habits and I'm out of good luck
1:31All out of habits and I'm out of good luck
1:36Well I'm fed up with loneliness
1:40Light me up a little bit of tenderness
1:44And I think Gotyе sang it best
1:47I made my bed but I don't wanna liе in it
1:55I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
2:03I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
2:11I don't know how to be alone
2:19Never learned to face the unknown
2:27I don't know how to be alone
2:35Shallow breaths as panic grows
2:40I needed you to fix me
2:47I might be alone
2:51I'm glad to be alive
2:55Not quite alone
2:58I'm glad to be alive
3:03I'm not alone
3:06The best I do is try
3:10And try
3:13And try
3:15And try
3:17Try to be alive
3:23I don't know how to be alone
3:31Never learned to face the unknown
3:38I don't know how to be alone
3:46Shallow breaths as panic grows
3:52I'm fed up with these little deaths
3:56Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette
4:00I'm fed up with these little deaths
4:03Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette
And I'm fed up with little deaths Pretend I'm free of consequences I see it now I made a mess I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette I don't know how to be alone Never learned to face the unknown I don't know how to be alone Shallow breaths as panic grows I needed you to fix me Now I need a pick-me-up Out of habits and I'm out of good luck All out of habits and I'm out of good luck Well I'm fed up with loneliness Light me up a little bit of tenderness And I think Gotyе sang it best I made my bed but I don't wanna liе in it I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette I don't know how to be alone Never learned to face the unknown I don't know how to be alone Shallow breaths as panic grows I needed you to fix me I might be alone I'm glad to be alive Not quite alone I'm glad to be alive I'm not alone The best I do is try And try And try And try Try to be alive I don't know how to be alone Never learned to face the unknown I don't know how to be alone Shallow breaths as panic grows I'm fed up with these little deaths Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette I'm fed up with these little deaths Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette
Translation
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