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
when your heart dies
a little each day
and your mouth's open
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
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