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John Taylor
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Run of the Mill
I cried a river I cried a river for your years Pain and torture The fear Insane and lonely
I can't die for you I only wish that I'd been there To ease your moments To fan your fading embers
I scream on the outside For these dizzy prisoners An evil mistreatment To service our weaknesses
And in your greatness Lay a sadness circumspect that in every victory lost Only a hollow sound remained
No easy music When you're locked up in your pen Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Some hidden basement Depraved, deprived abuse meant
I'm sick of the future It's all stormy corners Abandoned and beaten You're just sport for the jailers
God give me a reason for these bloody waters You get to know just how bad things are when you know this is run of the mill And under this armour Lay a friendly politesse A gently surging note of hope Hope for us all I'm happy for you You seem to find some peace at last So complimentary We are Of you down here
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