Twothirtyeight
the bastard son and the spoiled one
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I'm running out of fingers to count the things I've done wrong.
I'm dangling from the towers I've built to save my life.
Could it be I've been the one to kiss you to a tree?
Do you remember, when I was younger, what you used to say?
If
you
raise
them
up,
raise
them
up
in
me,
they
will
not
turn
away.
Could it be I've been the one who almost went astray?
I'm not the grateful bastard son, I'm the rich and spoiled one.
I'm not the grateful bastard son, I'm the rich and spoiled one.
I'm not the grateful bastard son, I'm the rich and spoiled one.
I'm not the grateful bastard son, I'm the rich and spoiled one.
- Album:
- Regulate The Chemicals
- You Should Be Living
- Matter Has A Breaking Point (EP)
- Missing You Dearly
- Miscellaneous
- Songs From the Penalty Box, Volume 5
- Tooth & Nail 10th Anniversary Box Set
- el libro de recuerdos
- Magnet New Music Sampler, Volume 18
- New Faces Of Rock
- Victory In Christ: A 316 Records Compilation
- Matter Has a Breaking Point