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Brush off the dust Get on your feet Is what we all scream You’re on the ground Coughing up blood Holding your heart in your hands Take this knife Carve up your chest And push it back inside Seal you up Dragged off the ground Out of this pool of crimson It’s not the first time And it getting worse We can’t lift you off your knees You do this yourself We can’t help you see What she is putting you through Open your eyes Take this hand It’s time to take a stand
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Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
Composure
Brush off the dust Get on your feet Is what we all scream You’re on the ground Coughing up blood Holding your heart in your hands Take this knife Carve up your chest And push it back inside Seal you up Dragged off the ground Out of this pool of crimson It’s not the first time And it getting worse We can’t lift you off your knees You do this yourself We can’t help you see What she is putting you through Open your eyes Take this hand It’s time to take a stand
©Bruno Joseph Orsi October 1, 2010
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Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
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