That revolving door was a bitch to me
Turning lesser men
That revolving door was a bitch to me
Turning lesser men
Stand up, wish me luck
No sense in getting me down
Headstrong
With a heavy hand the days of reckoning arrive
Salvation on
Somebody's out there
He's been there before
Said he's out there
Digging a
Gone, after she's gone in my way
I'll keep on going
Shades of lines
frame the time
sister, brother
cut to code
all alone
built
You wore your new pants
I thought they were nice
You ate
Confined and concealed
Where nothing is real
Smokes far away
Blows down cours
Glad to see your eating grapes in the band room
Stabbed
Burn the time you steal
Hold the time that's real
Save and
Envious hates me more and more
Emerald eyes peak through open
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