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There are feelings in my head that make me feel so sad I sometimes even want to cry And there are some longings in my hands that make me feel so bad But my eyes are still dry I don't know why I won't come out It's stuck inside like in a prison you can't break out I think I can accuse some people for it But it's not a thing that will cure me I need to make it differently Pull all the pieces apart And put them back together To start a-new with my poisoned mind six feet under Letras de canciones I let the wind start to heal that fever on my heels And I begin to feel more real So I grab the wheel and let the road roll like Neal And I conceal my will of burning a bill As ill as I was I must have lost my skill But I still sing and thrill till my wind of life breaks the deal. From Letras Mania