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They sink down deeper While still dodging the creeper Of the blue collar classic motif Let it fall into the sea With your perfect posture Still a crooked spine While the flume you protect starts to leak Can't buy pride with good intentions Whoa whoa I fee l like I'm a saint Whoa whoa But I'm treated like a ghost You starve for attention But you've been biting the bullet for years You betrayed my trust To learn my secrets And manifest my fears The cause and effect For the simple minded It's pulled you in The ugliness whose pocket book you've loaded Can't buy luck with no religion Letras de canciones Drifting through life without a trace Heaven won't take me But Hell can't wait You can't break this spell You can save me You can't right my wrongs You can't part the sea Heaven wasn't built to hold me Whoa whoa I feel like I'm a saint Whoa whoa But I'm living with a curse From Letras Mania