Wither on the Vine

Freya Ridings

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    Wither on the vine
    My mother told me I’d feel kind
    Seeing you tonight has done nothing to change my mind
    You let me go
    And you crushed me slow
    (Wither, wither, wither)

    Shiver down my spine
    My father told me to be wise
    Seeing you tonight has only showed me I was blind
    Well now you know
    (Wither, wither, wither)
    That I loved you so
    (Wither, wither, wither on the vine)

    Only way you know it’s over
    Do you wanna pull me closer
    God you let me down
    God you let me down
    Only way you know I'm healing
    Do you wanna stop me leaving
    God you put me out
    And I can put this down

    I say wither on the vine
    Wither on the vine (wither on the vine)
    My mother told me (wither on the vine)
    My mother told me (wither on the vine)

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    Bitter was the rind but I still ate it every time
    Covered up the rose with the soured clementine
    Couldn’t grow, no, no, no
    Your poisoned soul, oh, oh, oh

    Only way you know it’s over
    Do you wanna pull me closer
    God you let me down
    Thank God you let me down
    Feel your hand on my shoulder
    He'll say it’s never over
    God you put me out
    And I can put this down

    I say wither on the vine
    Wither on the vine (wither on the vine)
    My mother told me (wither on the vine)
    My mother told me (wither on the vine)

    Wither on the vine
    My brother told me to be kind
    Afraid he hasn’t seen, you’ve got that fire in your eyes
    He doesn’t know
    Your blood runs cold
    Woah, oh, oh
    Woah, oh, oh

    I say wither on the vine
    Wither on the vine (wither on the vine)
    My mother told me (wither on the vine)
    My mother told me (wither on the vine)
    I say wither on the vine
    Wither on the vine (wither on the vine)
    Wither on the vine (wither on the vine)

    And I say, wither, wither, wither, wither
    Wither on the vine
    This bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter
    Bitter fruit of mine
    And I never, never, never thought I’d make it out this time
    But I say wither on the vine (wither on the vine)
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

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    Composición: Amy Wadge, Philip Cook, Ewan James Phillips, Freya Ridings y Ardyn Ridings

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