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The old mans been stealin, she's holdin her greevin for hundred odd years, we all keep believin that history repeats itself year after year. All the fears that the future is worse we have to give in to a hundred year curse sweatin the sun like we're diggin a grave dig deep enough and our fortune is saved (chorus) if only if only the wood pecker sighs the bark on the trees was as soft as the skys as the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely he cries to the moo-oo-oon if only if only chasin the sky our beautiful wife, you make mistakes and it's my back that breaks, and forever my prosteals my life to submission i'm beat but there's hope beneath these feet blisters and blood and the sun makes you blind, you don't let it eat ya it can't help but be kind, cause you know what's important with your back to the world, you can break metal chains and your friends don't let you fall (chorus) i'm a sun but I found myself plant there's no use when i'm fighten my history fightin my history, i have no place i'm a light feather, that is no use when i'm fighten my history fighten my history I have no place i'm more like a feather, but i can't fly away when i'm fighting myself (chorus) (repeat chorus) |