Arizona - Preacher | Текст песни

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• Preacher

I cannot forget this, when I've held your pain in the palm of my hand
And I bare the weight of your burdens
You wait in the wake of his return
Dont preach to me he's a king
Remove his crown and he's down on his knees

And I bare the weight of your burdens
You wait in the wake of his return

In this house we
We do forgives and forgets
While I dream of this
Mess that you made

You've lost
Your sense of direction
You've lost
Your sense of direction

You've dug his grave
And you helped us in
You dug our graves
And you helped us in
You've dug, graves
You've dug, graves
And you helped us in

You've pushed him in
You've pushed him in

I live my life like a mocking bird
Mimic your versus, copy your words
I live my life like a mocking bird
Mimic the sounds hear my words
You dragged me down closer to him
I'm so much closer to hell it seems
Cast out your villains and listen to me

In this house we
We do forgives and forgets
While I dream of this
Mess that you made

I've lost, my sense of direction.