August Burns Red - A Shot Below The Belt | Текст песни

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• August Burns Red
• A Shot Below The Belt

Don't you understand me?
Don't you understand me?
This cloud over my head
It's not okay
It's not okay...

There are things that I need to get done.
Need to get done...
There are things that I need to get done.
Need to get done...
and it doesn't give you permission to take a shot below the belt...

(What a bittersweet symphony life is,
but I wouldn't have it any other way.)

We have so little time, let's not spend it in anger. (in anger!)
In anger...
I am in the deep end and can't find air.
I can't find air...

I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
With your beams on

Because
I may just brake suddenly
I may just brake suddenly
I may just brake suddenly
I may just brake

I would rather not explode - that's your job.
I'm stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts.
What a bittersweet symphony life is,
but I wouldn't have it any other way.

(wouldn't)
(Have it)
(Other)
(WAY)

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