Bevan Mical – Number 8

Bevan Mical – Number 8 Lyrics

Artist: Bevan Mical
Song: Number 8

Verse 1
Salubrious salutations
To all of those around
Have you lost your patience

Searching for the sound
A prisoner of persuasion
Get it done somehow
There’s a war that keeps on raging

No reason, Stop it now
Yo yo yo
I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking

Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo
The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating

To bend it into shape
Verse 2
Abhorrent accusations
Feeling left up in the air

Family losing graces
Did I ever really care
A future with frustration
Feel it everywhere

Wastе of space relations
Neithеr here nor there
Yo yo yo
I’m getting sick of talking

My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo
The number 8 is waiting

For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
Verse 3
Intrepid instigation

We’ve brought it to the fore
Amidst the isolation
Reassessing so much more
Tide is always turning

Turning tables on the law
The era of cessation
Working out the flaws
Yo yo yo

I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo

The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
Yo yo yo

I’m getting sick of talking
My brain is off a walking
Give me something to get high
Yo yo yo

The number 8 is waiting
For someone innovating
To bend it into shape
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Bevan Mical Lyrics – Number 8

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From the album:
Swinging Through Trees
Release Year: 2020