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Raindrops fall and you feel low
Do you ever feel it's useless, yeah yeah ? Do you feel like letting go ? Well do you ever stop and do you wonder ? Will the world ever change ? Yes, well just how long will it take to have it all re-arranged ? Tell me why these things are still the same ? Tell me why no one can seem to learn from mistakes ? Take my hand if you don't know where you're goin' I'll understand I've lost the way myself Oh, won't you, oh don't take that old road, it leads to nowhere We must return before the clock strikes twelve. Oh, it's so easy to do nothin' when you're busy night and day Take a step in one direction, ooh yeah take a step the other way So, don't quit tryin' when you stumble, don't give up should you fall Oh, won't you keep on searchin' for the pathway that leads you through the wall. Don't look back or you'll be left behind Don't look back or you will never find peace of mind. Take my hand if you don't know where you're goin' I'll understand, you know I've, I've lost the way myself Now listen here, I don't want to, I don't want to take that old road, it leads to nowhere We must return before the clock strikes twelve. |
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Working every day of my life
See what you can under candlelight A dollar a day don't go so far My mowan's alive and I know she strive for me I know that times are bad but I'm so glad My woman come back to me and soon we be three A dollar a day don't go so far My mowan's alive and I know she strive for me Put me on a stick shift Put me on a stick shift |
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Here's your news report
I'm your straight face for today Sorry if it's short But I have to get away And be sick First the powers that be Line their pockets with your bread And it's not too hard to see That you're worth more to them dead Don't you know the taxman Mourns you to the nearest bank You're news report You're news report And it's short, short, short I want to know why people die Because they've been forgotten It's you callin' fallin' And if you're young, son, you're the one To lead us into Hades And if you're shot dead, then you're called brave As they shove you down your grave And nothing is saved While you're growing fat Wiping gravy off your sleeve There's a child who like a rat Would cry and beg for what you leave Oh but you won't be deceived by what you fear And you can't be diseased by what you fear You're news report You're news report And it's short, short, short |
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Thinking of the past I feel my life
Is slipping by at such a speed Things I knew have gone and those I loved I look for granted and deceived Call me anything you will I'll hide behind a purple pill And though it seems I'm laughing still I'm crying Looking from my window I see winter Almost too bare to believe People change with seasons And I wonder if it's my turn to receive But they avoid the things I ask Or quickly change their style of mask The faith I had is fading fast I'm dying Seems to me the only way to be Is like a business man And have bad colours round my head Getting drunk to find some peace of mind and consolation But there's still the problem of what happens when I'm dead |
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