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It's a fucked up day In my neighborhood A fucked up day In my neighborhood Fucked up day In my neighborhood It's a fucked up day Two, three Little candle for the masqueraders Felt the hurt run through the vein of silence Saw the church fall on its knees for saviors All the vampires showed teeth and smiling In the coroners' office they gathered For the body of a sacred passage Opened up the gate for TV actors The stars aligned for your subconscious atlas (Ooh) I'm not old, but I seen this before (Ooh) I been sold on this shit before (Ooh) in the military's open arms Can it all be just because I don't think so (Ooh) in the middle of an open road Time to lace up and prepare for war Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'Round, 'round, 'round Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'Round, 'round, 'round Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin') 'Round, 'round, 'round Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' (runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin') 'Round, 'round, 'round It's a fucked up day In my neighborhood A fucked up day In my neighborhood Fucked up day In my neighborhood Fucked up day Meet me half the way Sharing the moments Moments I can share my strength with you Meet me half the way Sharing the moments Moments we become one in the room Meet me half the way Sharing the moments Moments we pass down to those abused Meet me half the way Sharing the moments Moments I can (Moments we pass down to those abused) moments I can Moments I can (meet me half the way) Moments I can (sharing the moments) Moments I can share with you (moments we sit down, our different views) Sit down, our different views and Meet me half the way Sharing the moments Moments I can leave for life with you Meet me half the way Sharing the moments
Writer(s): John Schreffler, Jamie Douglass, Michael Wayne Atha, Ted Kamp, Waylon Albright Jennings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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