| Song | Give Them A Token |
| Artist | Adam Green |
| Album | Minor Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Disappear in complete disarray; reaffirm what our grandfathers say. | |
| Love the kisses that I'll be sending you, play the rhythm that I'm pretending to. | |
| Take the time to find out why I bowed out... | |
| I was flat on my own, my darling; fought the lessons of grace for so long... | |
| When your trip's only five meters long, and you find you've been grown all along, | |
| Join the living innoxious lullabies; only sleeping cabróns could sympathize. | |
| Only they could forget their consciousness... | |
| I was flat on my own, my darling; fought the lessons of grace for so long... | |
| You can't stop laughing if you can't stop falling. | |
| It makes you wonder whether he is calling. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... | |
| Phone stops ringing when I play your number. | |
| No bad loving could pervade my slumber. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... | |
| Minor love can be shorn like a scarf... | |
| Fairy tales are beheld to depart... | |
| You can't stop laughing if you can't stop falling. | |
| It makes you wonder whether he is calling. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... |
| Disappear in complete disarray reaffirm what our grandfathers say. | |
| Love the kisses that I' ll be sending you, play the rhythm that I' m pretending to. | |
| Take the time to find out why I bowed out... | |
| I was flat on my own, my darling fought the lessons of grace for so long... | |
| When your trip' s only five meters long, and you find you' ve been grown all along, | |
| Join the living innoxious lullabies only sleeping cabro ns could sympathize. | |
| Only they could forget their consciousness... | |
| I was flat on my own, my darling fought the lessons of grace for so long... | |
| You can' t stop laughing if you can' t stop falling. | |
| It makes you wonder whether he is calling. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... | |
| Phone stops ringing when I play your number. | |
| No bad loving could pervade my slumber. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... | |
| Minor love can be shorn like a scarf... | |
| Fairy tales are beheld to depart... | |
| You can' t stop laughing if you can' t stop falling. | |
| It makes you wonder whether he is calling. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... |
| Disappear in complete disarray reaffirm what our grandfathers say. | |
| Love the kisses that I' ll be sending you, play the rhythm that I' m pretending to. | |
| Take the time to find out why I bowed out... | |
| I was flat on my own, my darling fought the lessons of grace for so long... | |
| When your trip' s only five meters long, and you find you' ve been grown all along, | |
| Join the living innoxious lullabies only sleeping cabró ns could sympathize. | |
| Only they could forget their consciousness... | |
| I was flat on my own, my darling fought the lessons of grace for so long... | |
| You can' t stop laughing if you can' t stop falling. | |
| It makes you wonder whether he is calling. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... | |
| Phone stops ringing when I play your number. | |
| No bad loving could pervade my slumber. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... | |
| Minor love can be shorn like a scarf... | |
| Fairy tales are beheld to depart... | |
| You can' t stop laughing if you can' t stop falling. | |
| It makes you wonder whether he is calling. | |
| Give them a token, give them a token to play... |