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| Webster | Jul 3 2014, 03:02 AM Post #1 |
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Blood Is Thicker Than Water --Here comes the rain Another day, another storm I've been down, down, down For oh, so long... I'll walk this mile And I'll ask no quarter For in the end Blood is thicker than water. They try to break me but I refuse to die They try to break me but I refuse to cry Here comes the rain Another day, another storm I'll walk this mile And I'll ask no quarter For in the end Here comes the rain Another day, another storm I'll walk this mile And I'll ask no quarter For in the end Blood is thicker than water |
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| Webster | Jul 3 2014, 03:06 AM Post #2 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Funeral Bell --Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell Left behind, aint nothing left to sell Oh, aint nothing left to sell.. The hatred of your blood So tortured, so insane Dead ends, lost hope Keep running through your veins Oh, running through your veins... Ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell Ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell... The loss of one's self Inside the wheel of doom Genocide is coming way too soon. Oh, way too soon The undying fear The strength of one's demise Broke and strung out You wave yourself goodbye Oh, goodbye... Ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell Ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing Ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell Ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell You wave yourself goodbye Oh, goodbye Ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell Ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing Ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell Ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell..... |
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| Webster | Mar 8 2015, 11:59 PM Post #3 |
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Bridge To Cross --Hands on the wheel All is straight ahead Left behind Second guessing all that I once said I once said I once said My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross All is black and white Wouldn't change even if I could I'll take what I'm handed Whether it's damned or if it's good If it's good If it's good My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross |
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