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Born to push around
Better just stay down You pull away He hits the flesh You hit the ground Mouth so fulls of lies Then to black your eyes Just keep them closed Keep praying Just keep waiting Waiting for the one The day that never comes When you stand up and feel the warmth But the son shine never comes No,The son shine never comes Push your cross that line Just stay down this time Hide in yourself Crawl in yourself You'll have your time God I'll make that pay Take this back one day I'll end this day I'll splatter color on this gray Waiting for the one The day that never comes When you stand up and feel the warmth But the son shine never comes Love...Is four letter word And never spoken here Love...Is four letter word Here in this prison I suffer this no longer I'll put an end to this,I swear This I swear,The sonn will shine This I swear, This I swear, THIS I SWEAR!! |
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