Recovery (Acoustic)
Recovery （）-James Arthur
I don't wanna play this game no more
I don't wanna play it
I don't wanna stay round here no more
I don't wanna stay here
Like rain on a Monday morning
Like pain that just keeps on going on
Look at all the hate they keep on showing
I don't wanna see that
Look at all the stones they keep on throwing
I don't wanna feel that
Like sun that will keep on burning
I used to be so discerning oh
In my recovery
I'm a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
I defined I designed
My recovery
In the salt of the sea
In the oceans of me
I defined I designed
My recovery
My recovery
And I can hear the choirs keep on singing
Tell me what they're saying
I can hear the phone it keeps on ringing
I don't wanna answer
I know that I used to listen
And I know I've become dismissive
In my recovery
I'm a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
I defined I designed
My recovery
In the salt of the sea
In the oceans of me
I defined I designed
My recovery
Yeah
No
My recovery
Oh I'm a soldier at war
In my recovery
I'm a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
I defined I designed
My recovery
In the salt of the sea
In the oceans of me
I defined I designed
My recovery
Oh
Oh
Oh yeah
My recovery
Yeah
My recovery
Yeah