Grade 8

  • My mind is a warrior,
    My heart is a foreigner,
    My eyes are the color of red like the sunset,
    I'll never keep it bottled up,
    Left to the hands of the coroner,
    Be a true heart not a follower,
    We're not done yet now,
    I see it in your movements tonight,
    If we can ever do this right,
    I'm never gonna let you down,
    Oh I'll never let you down,
    Now keep it on the down low
    And I'll keep you around so I'll know,
    That I'll never let you down,
    I'll never let you down.

    You're strumming on my heart strings
    Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way,
    I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
    And never ever let you down,
    You're strumming on my heart strings
    Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way,
    I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
    And never ever let you down

    My eyes are a river filler,
    This drink is a liver killer,
    My chest is a pillow for my weary head to lay to rest again,
    Your body is my ballpoint pen

    And your mind is my new best friend,
    Your eyes are my mirror to take me to the edge again,
    Now I see it in your movements tonight,
    If we should ever do this right,
    I'm never gonna let you down,
    Oh I'll never let you down,
    We'll keep it on the down low
    And I'll keep you around so I'll know,
    That I'll never let you down,
    I'll never let you down

    You're strumming on my heart strings
    Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way,
    I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
    And never ever let you down

    You're strumming on my heart strings
    Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way,
    I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
    And never ever let you down

    Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
    And I'll never let you down
    Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
    And I'll never let you down
    Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
    And I'll never let you down
    Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
    And I'll never let you down

    You're strumming on my heart strings
    Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way,
    I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
    And never ever let you down

    You're strumming on my heart strings
    Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way,
    I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
    And never ever let you down Writer/s: ROBERT PATRICK CONLON, EDWARD CHRISTOPHER SHEERAN, SUKHDEEP SING UPPAL
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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