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Gave my love, two thousand yesterdays
Nothing is wrong, I am always a little late
Probably will, probably won't
Get this disease cut out of my throat
All of a sudden you come my way, baby believer
I won't be saved by morning after
Struggling my name, slave turned to master
History moans, mouth of our father
History moans, mouth of my father, mouth of my father
Edge of my bed, benzedrine telephone
Struggling to speak, I am sicker than sickest dog
Falling faster, liar's grin winked
We need to be saved from the s**t we're in
I believe in you I have found the perfect way to bring me down
I won't be saved by all your yesterdays
pi*s on my grave, pi*s on the underlay
History moans, mouth of our father
History moans, mouth of our father, mouth of our father
Mouth of our father, mouth of our father
(It's the movement we're after)
Mouth of my father
(Its the movement we're after)
Mouth of my father
History moans, (It's the movement we're after)
History moans, (It's the movement we're after)
History moans, (It's the movement we're after)
History moans, mouth of our father, mouth of our father...