Terrible Love
(originally by The National)
It's a terrible love
That I'm walking with spiders
It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
It's a terrible love
That I'm walking with spiders
It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
It's quiet company
It's quiet company
It's a terrible love
And I'm walking with spiders
It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
It's a terrible love
And I'm walking with spiders
It's a terrible love that I'm walking with
It's quiet company
It's quiet company
It's quiet company
And I can't fall asleep
Without a little help
It takes awhile
To settle down
My ship of hopes
Wait til the past leaks out
It takes an ocean not to break
It takes an ocean not to break
It takes an ocean not to break
Company
It's quite a company
It's quiet company
But I won't follow you
Into the rabbit hole
I said I would
But then I saw
The ship of woes
They didn't want me to
It's a terrible love
And I'm walking with spiders
It's a terrible love that I'm walking here
It's a terrible love
That I'm walking with spiders
It's a terrible love that I'm walking here
It takes an ocean not to break
It takes an ocean not to break
It takes an ocean not to break
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