Текст песни Matthew Good Band - I Throw Away
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Made a man out of meA killing machineYour babys going to die maYour babys coming homeYou know they put a man on the moonSimply to prove that we all need a place to goWhere were not knownWhere were notAnd to a lesser degreeI can recall breathing easyBut the deficit rollsBuilt up I supposePicking up the piecesOf another fucked up reasonFor selling of some freedom that was never freeWell, never abseloutelyNever abseloutelyMade a mess out of meA killing machineSometimes when I need themIf I look hard enough to see themI can find my feetAs I push against gravityIn and out of having them beenLed by defeatSo one more times all I need