Single book of matches gonna burn what′s standing in the way
Roaring down the mountain, now they're calling on the fire brigade
Bury out the pictures and tell the kids that I′m okay
If and I'm forgotten, you'll remember me for the day
I, I won′t ever be your corner stone
I
All the black inside me is slowly seeping from the bone
Everything I cherish is slowly dying or it′s gone
Little shaken babies and drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started it's bound to be a sight to see
I, I won′t ever be your corner stone
I, I don't want to be here holding on
I, I won′t ever be your corner stone
I
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
Watch her roll, can you feel it?
I, I won't ever be your cornerstone
I, I don′t want to be here holding on
(watch her roll)
I
(can you feel it?)
I won't ever be your corner stone
(Watch her roll) I
Writer(s): Ivan Nathan Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill
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