Lyndon B.magic Johnson Testo

Testo Lyndon B.magic Johnson

I used to run, I had dimes slipping through my hands
I left these kids behind
I had a town that could understand
And I put all my faith in loving arms
And brought myself back home
By day, in debt, by night, I slept
In a bed that would soon be broke

And when I went blind
Step one: Burning eyes by the sun

Back to brash and lonely, please don't deserve me
For every 'try', I got a 'fail'
I should have more bitter within me
But I just need some hurt to heal

I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals
Picking up the coals
I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals
Picking up the coals
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