(clarke / sylvester) Didn't believe in the bible Didn't believe the good book Lord, lord please help me, help me take a look These chains that i'm wearing really ain't my style Lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile I know that i did something wrong I got into bad ways Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days
Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, i don't know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, i don't know what to do
The cell i am in is only six feet wide And six feet to the roof There's a window that's strung with only three bars Singing me the truth Fifty and seventy don't seem right Seventy ain't my age When i leave this place with a new face It's to turn another a new page
Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, i don't know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, i don't know what to do
Didn't believe in the bible Didn't believe the good book Well now lord, lord please help me, help me take a look These chains that i'm wearing well they really ain't my style Well now lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile
Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, i don't know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, i don't know what to do
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