The Blinded - Out Of Line | Текст песни

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• The Blinded
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Hard, hard like a beating
Like a rock resting in my chest
More, more than a feeling
Coming out swinging for the fence

Can you take the heat?
Are you feeling it?
Can you stand the heat?
Is it burning yet?

The things I hate about you make me sick
I mean your voice, your face
The dirty little tricks you played on me

Did you really think that I'd put up with it?
All your crazy shit, you throwing your fits
Did you really think that I'd put up with it?

Am I out of line?
Do I scare you when I say
I will get you back some day?
Am I out of line?
Running out of time
I've got so much more in me
that you need to hear but we are running out of time
Before I lose my mind

Dance, dance 'till my legs fold
I am practicing for your grave
No, no I am not cold
I'm just giving back what you gave

Can you pay your dues?
Are you sorry yet?
Will you pay your dues?
Do you feel regret?

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