Took the head off the innocent again how 'bout that?
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Brought the mood of the room to stand still how 'bout that?
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I'd rather spit in their face than face it
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I'm not the fool
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They're impossible
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Anger in my heart is murder and God knows that
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Cuz he does, I will too
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But anger weighs my body down
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Feel it growing
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Keep it all in and seperate myself
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Bitterness and words of resentment never leave my mouth
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Know it by my silence or hear it from someone else
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I'd rather be dead if the Lord had a scoreboard
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So why should I condemn and criticize?
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I see the sun going down again how about that?
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Cuz he does, I will too
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But anger weighs my body down
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I feel it growing, eat all your words
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Reap what you sow 'Oh No!'
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Since he does, I will too
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But murder weighs this body down
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I feel it growing silence that kills
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In pride, I confide
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Instead of release I keep it locked up inside
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Question is asked, nothing I say
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A lie, lie, lie, lie
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Resolve it and reconcile
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Forgive and reconcile
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Angry Sunset
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| Crash Rickshaw |
