Angela Hewitt
sonata in b minor kk 377
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Break down got a hand on this solitude
Sanctuary of your missed information
Held down beaten by an attitude
And you're biting the hand that feeds.
It's all pretty when the truth doesn't look at you
In a prejudice that's brought on by anger
Straight arrow bent by some circumstance
If you ever stood a chance... you would too.
If it's up to me
I'm forty-nine
I'll show you everything
If it's up to me
I'm forty-nine
I'll show you everything.