| Stick stained with the color of my blood
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| Life has been a variance of luck
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| And a bunch of long trips getting dragged behind a truck
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| It’s not the vision that I had when I was young
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| But it’s better than pretending and then biting down on my tongue when they ask
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| me
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| Go ahead and walk right past me
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| I don’t need them now, a broken wave
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| No matter how the world spins round or the bounty on my plate
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| What’s inside of me is never gonna change
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| But they don’t wanna look
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| Skipping like a stone across a brook
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| Trying to keep me is a secret is strung up on a hook
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| You can’t evolve without somebody feeling took
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| And reacting like they never seen upon attack a rook
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| Get a grip, I’ve been painting pictures like this
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| Long before you knew that a person like me existed
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| You point your finger claiming product of the system
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| But you wouldn’t know the difference if it bit you
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| Some things will always be the same
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| I’m still right here to take the blame
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| One thing or another, it’s all the same
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| It feels like I’m trying to start a fire in the rain
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| It’s like I’m spitting in the wind
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| Judged by a jury full of trained
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| Jumping kids trying to find a better skin
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| I’ve made a valiant effort in my life to be honest with myself
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| But no matter what I do I’ll never win
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| The needle and the pen
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| Writing it all out for those receiving it
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| Trying to get a breath amongst the smog
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| Sounding like a tuned down song that’s been stringing me along
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| Trying to figure out where all of this went wrong
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| It’d be easier to laugh
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| Singing this from the inside of the casket
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| Rapping out of tune, writing poems on a napkin
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| You can’t excel without em poking at your passion
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| Following your tracks and a force full of has-beens
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| If you were so sure morality bounce
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| What’s the point of sticking round and watching old men drown?
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| The dumbest child throwing stones in glass houses
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| You wouldn’t know a challenge if it found em
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| Some things will always be the same
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| I’m still right here to take the blame
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| One thing or another, it’s all the same
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| It feels like I’m trying to start a fire in the rain |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blindfold and the Bullet, artist - Grieves. Album song Winter & The Wolves, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп