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Hear me at the bottom of heaven Your kind have come to pick the road You walk and extend Turn me, as a coward you've learned In sickness, in health, and during Boy we're going to write your You're just of the worst of me, With the hope they understand No, you know you're just a boy. So grow up and be a man. Little baby, you kick and you scream, you whine victims pay the price eventually so cross and see your life You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. Young grabber, you've got nothing to prove. Mother superior, come catch the rabbit that runs, my how you go You brighten your breathing with truly gone (fishing with my gun) Go fetch the gun Your anchor has been there, it sits on the bow. Your sincerest apology, will write you out of this one. tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fool don't cry...anymore. Letras de cancionesYou're just of the worst of me, With the hope they'd understand No, you know you're just a boy. So grow up and be a man. Little baby, you kick and you scream, you whine We don't pay the price till victory so cross and see your life You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. Young grabber.. Mother superior, come catch the rabbit that runs, my how you go You'll brighten the breathing with truly gone (fishing with my gun) Go fetch the gun Your anchor has been there, it sits on the bow. Your dearest apology, will write you out of this one. tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh so young fool, young fool, not anymore...don't cry boy, not anymore Don't cry boy, not anymore... The fiction and the stomach, just pull out the knife Don't cry boy, not anymore Don't cry boy, you're right boy... From Letras Mania