All my troubles have found me today When will I hit the ground? I hear myself say But I just keep on falling weightless and half asleep But I know someday those troubles will be mine to keep Right now I'll put it off right now I will be shoving off
Downwardspiral
I have always heard you pay for your mistakes But what currency will be accepted at that gate? Have I cried enough? have I thought about it enough? What's going to count when the road turns rough?
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