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the weeks - book of ruth كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
poor little baby, blood on her hand
she said she’s losing her mind
she rolls her eyes, and speaks in tongues
said it gets better with time

[verse 2]
she wraps her head in bandages
to keep the words in her mouth
she prayed for more than what’s in store
then locked the doors to her house

[chorus]
oh, it’s me, i’ve been dead for years
let me haunt you while i wake
it’s not the life i chose to live
but it’s the one i’ll gladly take
i never said we were perfect
let me count the ways we hate
i guess all that i have to do is wait

[verse 3]
inside this house, the lights are dim
we count the cracks in the paint
i got a map, she colored coastlines [?]
and all the people to save
[verse 4]
out on the sidewalk, wrapped in a sheet
she kissed the hands as she passed
she made a likeness out of paper
and lit the end with a match

[bridge]
poor little baby, dropped in a nightmare [?]
and she was losing her mind
and on her deathbed, with her last breath
she said, “well, at least i tried”

- the weeks

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