Caramel - Sleep Token | Vocal Cover by Bryan Smanio

Описание: Caramel - Sleep Token | Vocal Cover by Bryan Smanio

EU AMO ESSA MUSICA!
i love this song

Im not a professional singer, just a random guy that loves music :)

Sleep Token - Caramel
from the 2025 Even in Arcadia
is the copyrighted property of its owner(s).

Please Enjoy :)
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OBRIGADO,
Bryan.

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Lyric:

Count me out like sovereigns
Payback for the good times
Right foot in the roses
Left foot on a landmine
I'm not gonna be there
Tripping on the grapevine
They can sing the words while I cry into the bassline

Wear me out like Prada
Devil in my detail
I swear it's getting harder
Even just to exhale
Backed up into corners
Bitter in the lens
I'm sick of tryna hide it every time they take mine

So stick to me
Stick to me like caramel
Walk beside me
Till you feel nothing as well

They ask me
Is it going good in the garden?
Say: I'm lost, but I beg no pardon
Up on the dice, but low on the cards
I try not to talk about how it's harder now
Can I get a mirror side-stage?
Looking sideways at my own visage, getting worse
Every time they try to shout my real name just to get a rise from me
Acting like I'm never stressed out by the hearsay

I guess that's what I get for tryna hide in the limelight
Guess that's what I get for having 20/20 hindsight
Everybody wants eyes on 'em
I just wanna hear you sing that top line
And if you don't think I mean it, then I understand
But I'm still glad you came, so let me see those hands

So stick to me
Stick to me like caramel
Walk beside me
Till you feel nothing as well
I'm falling free
Of the final parallel
The sweetest dreams are bitter, but there's no one left to tell

Too young to get bitter over it all
Too old to retaliate like before
Too blessed to be called ungrateful, I know
So I'll keep dancing along to the rhythm
This stage is a prison (too young to get bitter)
A beautiful nightmare (over it all)
A war of attrition (too old to retaliate)
I'll take what I'm given (like before)
The deepest incisions (too blessed to be called)
I thought I got better (ungrateful, I know)
But maybe I didn't

(In these days of days) tell me, did I give you what you came for?
(I wish it all away) terrified to answer my own front door
(I thought things had changed) missing my wings in a realm of angels
(But everything's the same)

So I'll keep dancing along to the rhythm
This stage is a prison, a beautiful nightmare
A war of attrition, I'll take what I'm given
The deepest incisions, I thought I got better
But maybe I didn't