The National – Sorrow

Sorrow found me when I was young, Sorrow waited, sorrow won.

Sorrow that put me on the pills,  It's in my honey, it's in my milk.

Don't leave my hyper heart alone, on the water,

Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy. 

Cause I don't wanna get over you. 

I don't wanna get over you.

Schön. Traurig. Total. Gut. 

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