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Two Days Later - (I Die) Everytime - Official Video

Two Days Later - (I Die) Everytime - Official Video Out now on all platforms Music recorded by James Lee Brown @Shoveit! Studios Music mastered by James Atkinson Video filmed and edited by James Lee Brown Singer ► Alfie Cole Guitarist ► Lincoln Amer Drummer ► Kyle Grace Bassist ► Charlie Spurr Instagram ► twodaysl4ter TikTok ► twodaysl4ter Facebook ► Two Days Later Spotify ► Two Days Later Apple Music ► Two Days Later Email ► [email protected] Links will be available soon, just waiting for verification. Lyrics: I’ve never been great at talking It’s like I never know what to say And all my thoughts just disappear Whenever I hear you say my name I’m sick and tired of waiting I never know what you’re gonna say And I can never really understand it When you make me feel this way Let me stare at her one last time I miss her soft red lips when they were touching mine I miss the days when we’d hardly ever go outside When I would die everytime she looked me in the eyes The stolen hoodies and the movie nights I miss your shitty taste in music and the lack of fights All your poems and your confidence in what you write And I hate that the thought of you is always on my mind I’ve never been great at talking It’s like I never know what to say And all my thoughts just disappear Whenever I hear you say my name I’m sick and tired of waiting I never know what you’re gonna say And I can never really understand it When you make me feel this way Let me stare at her one last time I miss her soft red lips when they were touching mine I miss the days when we’d hardly ever go outside When I would die everytime she looked me in the eyes The stolen hoodies and the movie nights I miss your taste in music and the lack of fights All your poems and your confidence in what you write And I hate that the thought of you is always on my mind Let me stare at her one last time I miss her soft red lips when they were touching mine Miss the days when we’d hardly ever go outside When I would die everytime she looked me in the eyes The stolen hoodies and the movie nights I miss your shitty taste in music and the lack of fights All your poems and your confidence in what you write And I hate that the thought of you is always on my mind Yeah I hate that the thought of you is always on my mind Yeah I hate that the thought of you is always on my mind