don't he look like a man
with the contract in hand
sayin'
You talk talk about nothing
and nothing ever gets done
you're choked
The sky is falling, they say it's the end. I
who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, works your fields
builds
It hurts when I can't see your face
Or call you
Well the last time I saw you baby
You had a
Let's get away from here, sometimes I just want to
Fight. There's a battle going on, we're on the front
i will not sell out, i will not give in
the
late at night, i close my eyes, and think how
all this talking has turned dangerous
oh you speak so many
This filthy city ain't got no heart. It took my
Well you're six foot two full of attitude
With your
There's a front moving in and a cold wind blowing
And
I pack my bags, and I'm leaving today. I hit
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