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​Souring

This song is by David Usher and appears on the album If God Had Curves (2005).

Daylight
Morning's creeping in
Had the blackest dream
Are you souring

And I dreamt that I wiped all the blood from your eyes
Woke up thinking I loved you but I can't say why

So please
Leave your fucking money at the door
Concede
You know you'll be coming back for more
We're all looking for gold here

Midnight
And you inch along
Devil's in the backyard now
Where it all went wrong

And I drink myself sick so I wont see you crawl
Guess I drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve

So please
Leave your fucking money at the door
Concede
You know we're all coming back for more
We're all looking for gold here

And I hate that I need you and I don't know why
And I hate that I need you and I can't say why

So please
Leave your fucking money at the door
I Concede
You know you're all coming back for more
So please
Leave your money at the door
We're all looking for gold here
We're all looking for gold here
We're all looking for gold here

Written by:

David Usher