Looking for a fighter my hand rested on the gun

It fit my hand like a glove and the power screamed

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Fear and tear fall into the year

Mind screams against failing dreams cry

Trust calls me into view little is it all

Seldom do we feel part of the picking

Burden of my life taken a place last song played

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Please see a good of smiling love

Hold her close for me just awhile

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Fingers will be a place of pride inside

Tears of life burn all to the top

Dirt hits the mark last of sound

Marker is even with the push life down

Wind talks to trees in the evening pain

Blood ran cold fear and anger walked

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Tall and with honor I took my place

Hell lifts wrong and takes me

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Sweet taste of love in bitter skin

Serphant dances in the evil spent

Angel falls from above saves all but you

Never is the last crying of understand

A cry in thought bread crumbs go home

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What else could a man of the cloth do

A man sings of his just a measure of time

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while the world takes all loving her

Be there a test of love heart felt best

Every body takes from the baby leaving candy

Damned in a view of a chicken in the pan

Pick the way in the end no man was found

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only the soul of saint in waiting right time wrong place

No body is a price to pay but the best of better

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He lays in the dead sound of freedom his last letter

Take the words and escape the troubled mind

Church lives in the eyes of his mother not mine

Fingers reach for the trouble left in a dollar spent

Anger is a bonus as you are a mind decieved fool you are

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Child holds his end of the deal and poets cry again

for their words fell on blank pages lost to fire