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My Sins, Are My Sins

My Sins, Are My Sins If troubles what your looking for It's right behind my back Always stalking at my heals It's certain to attack So this life I'm living May not be your desire Don't you tell me that I'm wrong Because I play with fire If we knew the end was coming Most would turn and run Not me I would stay right here And keep on having fun Is there any way for me To help you see the light Or is your own reality Gripping you to tight Forget what they have taught you They want to own your mind You must look into the mirror And see who you can find The straight jacket of society Contains you like a cell But if we could all break free This world would go to hell By: Jeremy Siedlecki

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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