Six-Pack Sunday - Drive-Thru Confessional (And The Timber Went Downstream, 2015) | Текст песни

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late night. cold coffee at the diner. faint hum from the interstate. same words like: "i'm really f*cking tired!". same crowd poisoned and astray. but there's hope in the eyes when the morning comes and we're counting the days and we smoke our lungs out. the best is on the way - we're bound to believe. there's an honest job and we hope it'll last but we drink and we fight like in criminal past. the tattoos and the scars tonight we roll down the sleeves. strike me down and I will resurrect in fire. hear me out - i'm not your enemy. i found God I... i am my own messiah. so loud, capable and real.

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