© Hazel O`Connor Got to have to make you see There's certain thing and needs to be I need a father must be wild Need you to take me like a child
How unfortunate that it has come to this, we all pay to die as rogues, as workers, nomads and searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies. Still we
On the way back to your home Were you strong Did they push you back somehow On the way back to your home Were they wrong Did they let you fall back down
Break yourself Down again This is your only ploy to make it up You come back around Now you will only Break my bones then come back again It's overexposure
Did you think it was over Before it could even begin Did you think that I held you For too long And wore my welcome thin Did you know I was watching
Okay I'll wait Disappear You disappear Scratched the surface of love Too late Self distruction awaits Every time Every time I believe in you That's
Once you give up You'll never know Everything you could have been and even more Don't be to blame You gotta keep it moving on Up the middle and out the
Last shot At this second chance Broken down romance The gun that's in your heart is in your hand I know That you suffocate And there's hell to pay And
Stuck on a feeling I'm high on believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon
My name is silence I live within One taste of violence One taste of skin It could be none It could be none other It could be none It could be none other
You come through for me and you swallow truth for me Now we wait for You, to define What I found to be real Did you really think you knew me? You hang
I can't destroy myself For things set upon the shelf, or Those days when you played the whore You're waging a war you can't win You die Inside The one
Take me only as I am And don't regret it Face this fast approaching fall With eyes wide open See me If only when you're dreaming Inside I am screaming
This evening I am wasting borrowed time This evening I'm your restless alibi Believe me You can trust me when I lie Decieve me You're put to rest through
On the way back to your home were you strong? did they push you back somehow? On the way back to your home were they wrong? did they let you fall back
I've got a question, can you answer me? Do you sleep when you're alone? Hey, all you captains of industry You line your pockets but you poison me You
Sons of the thief, sons of the saint Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet
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