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Brother, tell me you have felt this room. It's made the shape of us And look what it's done for you. My child don't mistake me for the truth. You say the world's unkind And look what I've done to you. Trouble, don't you change that dress of red. It's just the tone we knew, But damn it looked good on you.
Writer(s): Jacob Rountree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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