Good day, welcometh to our musical marvel. Heareth our rendition of the famous tune and wallow in merriment, Fortnight originally by Taylor Swift. Pray, let mercy arrive and cleanse
What deeds I have wrought. thee drop a liketh & subscribeth for more of our sweet melodies as they are released upon thineselves. We hope to see thee in good stead on the morrow!
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life
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Followeth Me On:
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Lyrics
I was destined to be dispatched afar,
Yet they neglected to fetch me.
I abided as a functioning tippler,
'Til none remarked upon my newfound guise.
All this I speak, in hopes thou art well,
But thou art the cause.
Here none bears fault,
Yet, what of thy silent betrayal?
And for a fortnight, we seemed eternal,
Sometimes I encounter thee, inquire of the clime.
Now thou art in my garden, become good neighbours,
Thy consort tends the blooms, I harbour thoughts most dark.
Each morn feels as Monday, trapped in a ceaseless February,
I embraced the miraculous elixir of forgetting, yet its effect was fleeting.
And I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life,
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life.
I touched thee but for a fortnight,
I touched thee, yea, I did touch thee.
And for a fortnight, we seemed eternal,
Sometimes I encounter thee, remark upon my attire.
Now thou art at the letterbox, become good neighbours,
My spouse is faithless, I harbour thoughts most dark.
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life,
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life.
I touched thee but for a fortnight,
I touched thee, yea, I did touch thee.
I contemplated calling thee, yet thou wouldst not answer,
Another fortnight lost in this vast land.
Move to Florida, acquire the carriage thou desirest,
Yet it stirs not until thou touch, touch, touch me.
I thought to call thee, yet thou wouldst not answer,
Another fortnight lost in this vast land.
Move to Florida, acquire the carriage thou desirest,
Yet it stirs not until I touch, touch, touch thee.
What deeds I have wrought. thee drop a liketh & subscribeth for more of our sweet melodies as they are released upon thineselves. We hope to see thee in good stead on the morrow!
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life
Be sure to subscribe for more content here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCA_GCogdjMaVjv19y3gl6NQ?sub_confirmation=1
You can find this track and more on Spotify!: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BMITM12bahSSVJjmdDmuF?si=w5-NzQc7RTKperbORmdPwQ
Followeth Me On:
►Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BMITM12bahSSVJjmdDmuF?si=xtWtgCDqTcmMjeXccnj4Jw
►Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/bardcore/1537773807
►Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.co.uk/artists/B08M3K9Z9V/bardcore
►Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BardcoreOfficial
►Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardcoreband/
►Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheBardcore
For more of our covers go to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7lhIIIUUaA&list=PLNBGdTWnQ7ck2LRP86SjcVRr5uHzz2Rqp&ab_channel=Bardcore
Lyrics
I was destined to be dispatched afar,
Yet they neglected to fetch me.
I abided as a functioning tippler,
'Til none remarked upon my newfound guise.
All this I speak, in hopes thou art well,
But thou art the cause.
Here none bears fault,
Yet, what of thy silent betrayal?
And for a fortnight, we seemed eternal,
Sometimes I encounter thee, inquire of the clime.
Now thou art in my garden, become good neighbours,
Thy consort tends the blooms, I harbour thoughts most dark.
Each morn feels as Monday, trapped in a ceaseless February,
I embraced the miraculous elixir of forgetting, yet its effect was fleeting.
And I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life,
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life.
I touched thee but for a fortnight,
I touched thee, yea, I did touch thee.
And for a fortnight, we seemed eternal,
Sometimes I encounter thee, remark upon my attire.
Now thou art at the letterbox, become good neighbours,
My spouse is faithless, I harbour thoughts most dark.
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life,
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life.
I touched thee but for a fortnight,
I touched thee, yea, I did touch thee.
I contemplated calling thee, yet thou wouldst not answer,
Another fortnight lost in this vast land.
Move to Florida, acquire the carriage thou desirest,
Yet it stirs not until thou touch, touch, touch me.
I thought to call thee, yet thou wouldst not answer,
Another fortnight lost in this vast land.
Move to Florida, acquire the carriage thou desirest,
Yet it stirs not until I touch, touch, touch thee.
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