tisdag 1 mars 2011

I'll take it on the chin for you so lay your cuts and bruises over my skin, I promise you won't feel a thing

I've been kicked right down

I've been spat in the face
I've been pulled, weighed down
To the lowest place
I've been lied to, shamed
I have been disgraced
Been ex-communicated from every holy place
I've been beat up and robbed
I've been left for dead
For the way I look
For the things I said

When trouble thinks it's found us
The world falls down around us
I promise baby you won't ever
You won't ever feel a thing


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