Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
You ain't no better than me
To fall apart,
A mess of black and blues,
Will I come undone?
Or will I tie it all together,
Like brand new shoes?
Will I flee instead of flight?
Can I take the gun pointed at me
And turn it to the sky
To beg god
For one more chance?
3-14-11
A mess of black and blues,
Will I come undone?
Or will I tie it all together,
Like brand new shoes?
Will I flee instead of flight?
Can I take the gun pointed at me
And turn it to the sky
To beg god
For one more chance?
3-14-11
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You ain`t no better than me
You ain`t no better than me
