| I don’t believe in cutting corners
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| Own it like a scar on the face
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| Stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place
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| Not really the one to give God praise
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| But if you got the gospel then tell me how it taste
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| Hallelujah
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| Biting on the bullet for strength
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| I’m a long distance runner sucker
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| I’m in it for length
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| It’s not a matter of whether or not you can play
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| But a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make a statement
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| Lay it down
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| Separate the men from the mice
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| Another body under halogen lights missing its life
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| Wondering what the hell would make you think that
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| You could judge another person for loving something so much it hurts the stomach
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| Living by the blood in my neck
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| With a bullseye tatted on the back of my head
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| I never spoke it how they wanted it to be said
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| So they left me for the winter and the wolves
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| Tear me into shreds
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| Rip me into bits
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| Tear another page out
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| Punch me in the ribs
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| I can smell the poison on your lips
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| Whatever it is I’d be willing to bet
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| They want to get inside my head
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| Tell me how it is
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| Sitting in a tower with a rifle and a list
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| I can see the razor on your lips
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| Whatever it is I’d be willing to bet
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| You should have held your breath
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| I don’t believe in sitting down
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| Take it like a knife in the back
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| You burnt out into nothing after striking the match
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| I’ve never been the type to follow the pack
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| So if it’s true you got the answers
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| Then why the hell you so mad then?
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| Another holy ghost laid script
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| Clipped the wings off of my words
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| And buried the shiv
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| They want to pick apart the passion in my ribs
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| I invite them
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| Cause I don’t run away from shit
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| Lay it out
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| Separate the guns and the flowers
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| The minutes that go into all these hours
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| And I bet if you were given a smidgen of just the tip of the ice berg
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| I’ve had to struggle with you
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| Wouldn’t act so sour, maybe not
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| Livin off the fruit of my stress
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| With a size twelve boot heel stepping on my chest
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| Didn’t do it how they wanted it to end
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| So they threw me to the winter and wolves
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| Tear me into shreds
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| Rip me into bits
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| Tear another page out
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| Punch me in the ribs
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| I can smell the poison on your lips
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| Whatever it is I’d be willing to bet
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| They want to get inside my head
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| Tell me how it is
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| Sitting in a tower with a rifle and a list
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| I can see the razor on your lips
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| Whatever it is I’d be willing to bet
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| You should have held your breath
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| Tear me into shreds
|
| Rip me into bits
|
| Tear another page out
|
| Punch me in the ribs
|
| I can smell the poison on your lips
|
| Whatever it is I’d be willing to bet
|
| They want to get inside my head
|
| Tell me how it is
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| Sitting in a tower with a rifle and a list
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| I can see the razor on your lips
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| Whatever it is I’d be willing to bet
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| You should have held your breath |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shreds, artist - Grieves. Album song Winter & The Wolves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп