Lyrics Benjamin Clementine

Benjamin Clementine

Then I Heard a Bachelor's Cry

Lately I've been searching, searching for answers

I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians

With a cold feet, black coat full of arms

Outstretched and a leading voice

And I can't help but shout at the top of my lungs, saying

Who, who is next in line to get hurt?

Who, who is next in line to get speared?

Bad mouth, bad habits

Now leads icicles growing out me hair

Our past I'd guaranteed you if you'd stay with me

Your tomorrow will be endlessly free

Don't know what it was that had made you to come by

Though I know god created me beautifully

But don't you know beauty will forever kill

Who, who is next in line to get hurt?

Who, who is next in line to get speared?

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

And it isn't so bright, and it isn't so bright

There is no light, there isn't any light

And it isn't so bright, and it isn't so bright

There is no light, there isn't any light

Who, who is next in line to get hurt?

Who, who is next in line to get my spear?

And so I wait, I wait

I wait for my next prey

I wait

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