Notes
took a lonely feeling just
to let the meaning sink
like the sun goes down
never close to heaven, felt
my feet were burning from
the same red hot ground
there's blood on my hands,
there's blood on my hands
yeah, there's blood
it's getting hard to listen when
the clock is ticking counting down
the days gone by
praying for an answer to
another question that will only
leave you dry
you won't understand
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