brett dennen, aint no reason.
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People walk a tight rope on a razor’s edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen Or a thought, or a word, or a sentence There ain’t no reason things are this way It’s how they always been and they intend to stay I don’t know why I say the things that I say, But I say them anyway But love will come set me free Love will come set me free, I do believe Love will come set me free, I know it will Love will come set my free, yes. |
