Connie Britton - Buried Under (Alternate Version) | Текст песни

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• Connie Britton
• Buried Under (Alternate Version)

I wish that I didn't have to see
A confidant as an enemy
Counting the lies and the lines you cross
Helplessly I can only watch

Dodging words as they ricochet
Honesty, that'll never pay
Your convictions, I believe
Like an apparition haunting me

Now, the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up but still I know
The secret of the life you're guilty of,
The smoking gun is what I found
The dirt I have on you,
Is the ground...
Ooh, I'm buried under

Try to tread through sinking sand,
In your wake, you know I can't stand
What I thought was meant to be,
Is a broken heart weighing down on me

The truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up but still I know
The secret of the life you're guilty of,
The smoking gun is what I found
The dirt I have on you,
Is the ground...
I'm buried under
Yeah, I'm buried under
Oh, I'm buried under

Can you fall for the wings of a dove
When the clever wolf is the one you love

Now, the truth is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up but still I know
The secret of the life you're guilty of,
The smoking gun is what I found
The dirt I have on you,
Is the ground...
Ooh, I'm buried under

I wish that I didn't have to see
A confidant as an enemy

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