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Church It Could Be Anyone

the circuit negating the fires and drowning the crowds Anyone, could be anyone (repeat) Without your succession (?) the message transmitted is certainly altered, it

a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be

in they mouth and blow err thing they think out Run around actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all I wasn't gone talk about it but, God damn it

clear it But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet Then I'mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I'mma spill it back when you ill it

could be anyone I wanted to be Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby If I only had a pencil thin mustache Then I could do some cruisin' too

I run all night with bursting lungs I will always be my mother's son Yes I will always be my mother's son And I'm no different from anyone Stopped

go Tell it to her straight, she can take the truth Don't lead her on and on and leave her confused Anyone would rather be alone than be used Don't sit

gloomy and overcast grey. The weakness we left behind seems to be getting stronger. I swear there's something in the air, and I don't know what anyone could

someone else's name He said, "Son I've seen it all And it's not what you think" He said, "There's some tough choices to be made" Then he took a little