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Nothing this morning to quiet me down
Awake with my thoughts in a sleepier town
No place to hide from the sight of my sin
With nowhere to look out but further on in
Start to remember the harm that I did
My baby-faced brother was such a cute kid
I know that he's grown out of all of that now
Cause making him better I never learned how
Too late
Wouldn't the demon wait?
So great
The pull of his fell apprehension
Too late
To pull back the reins of hate
Thrown stones
Sting with the mark they make
They came to the hospital to bring me some cheer
Once back on my feet I was back in my leer
I wanted their money more than their love
I ended up empty when the push came to shove
Too late
Wouldn't the demon wait?
So great
The pull of his fell apprehension
Too late
To pull back the reins of hate
Thrown stones
Hit harder my heart on deflection
Don't wait
Don't want to hesitate
Go straight
For damage without due reflection
Too late
Wouldn't the demon wait?
So great
The pull of his fell apprehension
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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