The Fall of Man, Matthew Good Band You pray for the sheep I get closer to hell I stand on the hill then I run down I look in your eyes you look for your price you beg me to stop but I was never that nice
Hysteria, Muse It's bugging me, grating me And twisting me around Yeah I'm endlessly caving in And turning inside out
I Don't Care Much, Emilie Autumn I don't care much Go or stay I don't care very much Either way Hearts grow hard On a windy street Lips grow cold With the rent to meet
The Fall of Man, Matthew Good Band
You pray for the sheep
I get closer to hell
I stand on the hill
then I run down
I look in your eyes
you look for your price
you beg me to stop
but I was never that nice
Hysteria, Muse
It's bugging me, grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly caving in
And turning inside out
I Don't Care Much, Emilie Autumn
I don't care much
Go or stay
I don't care very much
Either way
Hearts grow hard
On a windy street
Lips grow cold
With the rent to meet
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