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Pay for What We Believe > 05.23.2003

sunday, left me old
grey and cold today
but lately, im feeling high
can not stop me now
sunday

lately, men who knows
nothing at all
we might know
it all, pass the street
sudden need
but I'm
sunday

its a blessing in disquise
i only know door
its a fountain full of life
and slowly walk by
nothing is free anymore
we've got to pay for what we believe
we walk by

monday, i'm waking slow
my bones are cold today
tired, smiling on
smile will give my life
away