I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling all too withered
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
I can limp right back
I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end of me
I'll blow away your tears
And suffer for your pleasure
I've been tossed around before
And lost, just like a feather
And I will limp right back
And put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end of me
Through sickness and in health
These friends I know so well
Pain, blame
Means to satisfy
Through sickness and in health
These friends I know so well
Pain, blame
Means to satisfy
I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling all too withered
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
But I can limp right back
And I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
Until the end of me
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I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling all too withered
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
I can limp right back
I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end of me
I'll blow away your tears
And suffer for your pleasure
I've been tossed around before
And lost, just like a feather
And I will limp right back
And put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end of me
Through sickness and in health
These friends I know so well
Pain, blame
Means to satisfy
Through sickness and in health
These friends I know so well
Pain, blame
Means to satisfy
I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling all too withered
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
But I can limp right back
And I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
Until the end of me
I'm feeling all too withered
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
I can limp right back
I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end of me
I'll blow away your tears
And suffer for your pleasure
I've been tossed around before
And lost, just like a feather
And I will limp right back
And put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end of me
Through sickness and in health
These friends I know so well
Pain, blame
Means to satisfy
Through sickness and in health
These friends I know so well
Pain, blame
Means to satisfy
I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling all too withered
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
But I can limp right back
And I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
There are roses on the vine
And I was made to march on
Until the end of me
Writer: John Joseph III McCauley
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Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC