Well you walk and you talk, barefoot and sign.
Oh, I
I can't eat, I can't sleep, been lying on the
Well, the LED is hazy, the mirror's face is smeared,
Poundin'
"This song is about recovery and healing wounds.
It's called: I'm
Instrumental.
"Hit me form the top, hit me from the top."
Why?
Woah,
Steady beat, steady beat convention.
Steady beat, steady beat convention.
Switchblade to soul, little darlin',
Switchblade to soul.
Switchblade to soul, l
All we do is waste our time, at least if
I've raised the dust on ten thousand streetsworshipped the earth
every day you talk and talk about your plans brewingbut
long time, you been going aroundshufflin' and dragging your burdens
seated among the defeatedfeeling cheated and beaten by lifeburst your
dem jus' a-whole heap a liara-heapin' downpression 'gainst iyahbetraying the
beat, broken and tired, unhooked and unhiredand ready to take
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