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Four Year Strong
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Heaven Wasn't Built To Hold Me
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 feel like I'm a saint Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost Whoa, whoa, I feel 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Can't buy luck with no religion
Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost
Drifting through life without a trace Heaven won't take me but hell can't wait Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost
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 Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost
Drifting through life without a trace Heaven won't take me but hell can't wait Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost
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