
Go to sleep now... go on dream away... Isn't easy, is it babe? And I hope, and I dream, and I pray... that sometime we'll find a way.
17.4.09
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Go to sleep now... go on dream away... Isn't easy, is it babe? And I hope, and I dream, and I pray... that sometime we'll find a way.
Posted by
letícia
at
16:58
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Do you ever get that feeling
When the guilt begins to hurt
Seeing all the children
Wallowing in dirt
Crying out with hunger
Crying out in pain
At least the dirt will wash off
When it starts to rain
Soap won't wash away your shame
Do you ever get that feeling
That something isn't right
Seeing your brother's fists
Clenched ready for the fight
Soon the fighting turns to weapons
And the weapons turn to wounds
So the doctors stitch and stitch
And stitch and stitch and stitch
And stitch and stitch
Surgery won't improve your pain
It all seems so stupid
It makes me want to give up
But why should I give up
When it all seems so stupid
Do you ever get the feeling
That something can be done
To eradicate these problems
And make the people one
Do you ever get that feeling
Something like a nagging itch
And all the while the doctors
Stitch and stitch and stitch
And stitch and stitch
Hope alone won't remove the stains
Shame
There's something wrong with me
Cannot be something wrong with me
Inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong jeans
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yah
Wrong
Wrong
Too long wrong.. nine lives.. nine lives...
...words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give...
I wish I could take the pain for you..
if God has a masterplan
That only he understands
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through..
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