Chains - Torres



     
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Chains Lyrics


This was more than I had bargained for
They stuck gold and beelined for the door
Now I'll make me up from head to floor
If I don't find me soon, I won't be searching any more
'Cause I am starving for the truth
So feed me something real while I've got youth left in my veins
I believe I knew it all along
But you're the only one who didn't try to tell me I was wrongSo soon, so soon, so soon, I will run
Until then I'll sit and let you saw, saw away
'Til my chains are goneFool me once and I won't make a sound
Fool me twice, there's shame to go around
But I fooled myself for my whole life
Let me be the first to say, these feet never left the ground
And now I'm starving for the truth
So feed me something real while I've got youth left in my veins
I believe I knew it all along
But you're the only one who didn't try to tell me I was wrongSo soon, so soon, so soon, I will run
Until then I'll sit and let you saw, saw away

'Til my chains are gone
'Til my chains are gone
Gone
'Til my chains are goneDon't give up on me just yet
Don't give up on me just yet
Don't give up on me just yet
Don't give up on me just yetI am starving for the truth
So feed me something real while I've got youth left in my veins
I believe I knew it all along
But you're the only one who didn't try to tell me I was wrongSo soon, so soon, so soon, I will run
Until then I'll sit and let you saw, saw away
'Til my chains are gone
'Til my chains are gone
'Til my chains are gone
'Til my chains are gone
'Til my chains are gone
'Til my chains are gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Songwriters
MACKENZIE RUTH SCOTTPublished by
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Torres is a promising young talent out of Nashville. Velvet-toned vocals and amped-up guitar fuzz. TORRES knows the darkness. The Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter otherwise known as Mackenzie Scott waits until anything—an idea, an emotion, a memory—gnaws at her, tearing at her fingers and throat until she releases it in song. Scott escaped the confines of her churning mind in order to find herself by recording Sprinter in the market town of Bridport in Dorset, England; and then at the Bristol studio of Portishead's Adrian Utley.

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