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Warm bodies, I sense, are not machines that can only make money Past, perfect, tense; words for a feeling and all I've discovered I'll be along, son, with medicine supposed to, designed to make you high I'll be along, son, with words for a feeling and all I've discovered Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes On loneliness comes, go see the foreman, go see the profiteer On loneliness drives; we're taking our time moving shit for this holy slime Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes, almighty fear The shepherd won't leave me alone, he's in my face and I- The shepherd of my days And I want you here by my heart and my head I can't start 'til I'm dead Warm bodies, I sense, are not machines that can only make money Past, perfect, tense; words for a feeling and all I've discovered Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes, almighty fear The shepherd won't leave me alone, he's in my face and I- The shepherd of my days And I want you here by my heart and my head I can't start 'til I'm dead Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes Old, bad eyes, almighty fear The shepherd won't leave me alone, he's in my face and I- The shepherd of my days And I want you here by my heart and my head I can't start 'til I'm dead (The shepard) Here I am, locking horns with the stallion Failing to hold my head up, I go back again (The shepard) Pillar of Davidson, feeling too hard to go down Cheaper than all the souls he will walk upon (The shepard) Deeper and deeper in love, so I hold my head up Cheaper than all the souls he will walk upon (The shepard of my days) Pillar of Davidson, feeling too hard to go down
Writer(s): Edward Joel Kowalczyk, Patrick Dahlheimer, Chad David Taylor, Chad Alan Gracey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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