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miércoles, 18 de enero de 2012

Sunday Lane


(8)
You be careful and I'll be the reckless one.(x2)

You can be careful
and I'll be the reckless one.
I'll get my heart broke,
someday I will find love.

Maybe I'm reckless, but please stop this,
'Cause I hate when you plead with me.
You keep your mouth shut and your thoughts in
And I think it's killing me.

You can be careful
and I'll be the reckless one.
I'll get my heart broke,
someday I will find love.

You got your secrets and your own life
That you keep apart from me.
We all got regrets and past lies
That we don't want the world to see.

You can be careful
and I'll be the reckless one.
I'll get my heart broke,
someday...

I swear that everything you say,
Is filtered in a way that will keep you safe.
I swear that everything you do
Has already been thought through.
You're never taking chances, so no mistakes.

You can be careful
and I'll be the reckless one.
I'll get my heart broke,
someday... I will find love.
(8)


(8)
Justice comes to the back of my door
With his held high and his shirt all torn.
I see a sadness deep in his eyes
As he starts to pray, has to stop to cry.

He takes my hand down a lonely road,
Past the broken fence into a broken home.

I hear the parents start to scream, they're fighting,
Got two daughters in the bedroom crying.
Justice says they won't let him in.
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands.

I'm not hating on Africa,
I wanna help I know, just don't know how to show,
'Cuz money can't fix a broken home
And only prayer can heal a broken soul.

If the good Lord wants me to go,
Then the good Lord knows I will go.

I hear the parents start to scream, they're fighting,
Got two daughters in the bedroom crying.
Justice says they won't let him in.
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands.

Justice got his hands all tied.
He said: "Jesus Christ is a friend of mine".
Someday the world will see the light,
But when will they see the light?

I was born in a loving home
With a big ol' room I could call my own.
Who's to say about those who don't
Get no love as they grow old.

Who can save them from the freezing cold
Or the striking hand, or the broken home?

I hear the parents start to scream, they're fighting,
Got two daughters in the bedroom crying.
Justice says they won't let him in.
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands.
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands.
(8)

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