Текст песни Spiritual Beggars - Picking From The Box
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Taking my mind away off things that makes me blindNow I can`t even sleep when I`m drunkBut I`m feeling just fine, you see to me its not so baddreaming away back homeBut I wonder why you keep picking from the foodboxseems so strange to waste your life that could bring so muchBlinded by fake you rush right into the failiure trapBitter blood revealsYou keep kissing the strings of hopeYou pray to keep them warmBut somehow you always wake up coldI know its hard to breake away from hereBut you`ve got to lean on dreams to make them realMoney ain`t all that counts when the day is doneHarmony is not something you buyBut keep on raping yourself you fakeYou ain`t got the guts to changePoison yourself cos you`re scared to loose, what!