| Busted To The Floor |
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There are too many stones
and life is just made of glass.
Mark the words of the fool
he will tell you the truth, oh so cruel.
You say and I will believe
although I stumble and fall.
Deceived by my own eyes.
Trust is a gamble with pain, roll the dice!
Give my your confidence
and I'll lock the door.
Offer me the same
and I'll be busted to the floor.
Take a walk upon the ice
or ride the light of day.
Dance with flames of fire,
you will burn with the words, of the liar. |
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