These Four Walls - Saints and Sinners | Текст песни

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I get this feeling I'm dependant on a 4-letter word
I'm running out of time
I've simpy gotta find
I've gotta find myself a reason
I've gotta find myself a reason to care
That I seem to be running thin on air

So take a roll of the dice
And know that this house hates winners
'Cos it's so hard to divide
The saints from the sinners
So get in line

I get this feeling that I'm digging my own hole in the earth
I'm running out of time
The hole's too deep this time
I've gotta find myself a reason
I've gotta find myself a reason to care
That the dirt is falling on my head

So take a roll of the dice
And know that this house hates winners
'Cos it's so hard to divide
The saints from the sinners
So get in line
So rack up, stack up, jack up
And be guilted one by one
'Cos there is a saint and a sinner
in every one of us

So roll the dice, roll the dice
and breathe deeply
It's on the line
This is your time, you keep thinking
You roll a one
Another one
The end comes grinning

So take a roll of the dice
And know that this house hates winners
'Cos it's so hard to divide
The saints from the sinners
So get in line
So take a roll of the dice
And know that this house hates winners
'Cos it's so hard to divide
The saints from the sinners
So get in line
So rack up, stack up, jack up
And be guilted one by one
'Cos there is a saint and a sinner
in every one of us

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