Texty:
School Of Seven Bells Face To Face On High Places

Two winters gone in a blur of sleepless nights Day in, day out, I worked through the same old plight By then I'd stopped looking for my way out Somehow

singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor im gonna freak

on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor im gonna freak