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When it all comes down, what will be the cost.
A cold hard ground is refuge for the lost.
Feed the flies, stave the hunger off.
Breath the lies expel them with a cough.
You'll never keep me safe from harm.
The hurt just keep's on coming on.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm still finding reason's to believe in better day's.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dog's at bay.
When the leaves turn brown and all hope is lost.
Make no sound and brush emotion's off.
Breed inside, a fear that leaves you soft.
Breath a sigh and write that epitaph.
You'll never keep me safe from harm.
The hurt just keep's on coming on.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm still finding reason's to believe in better day's.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dog's at bay now.
(Keep the dog's at bay now)
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm still finding reason's to believe in better day's.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dog's at bay now.
To keep the dog's at bay now.
Keep the dog's at bay now.
To keep the dog's at bay now.
Keep the dog's at bay now.