• 标题:Every Time You Run
  • 歌手:Manafest (feat. Trevor McNevan Of Thousand Foot Krutch)
  • 专辑:The Chase
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    Manafest - Every Time You Run

    Last night got a little crazy
    I don't remember, woke up spun with the pasties
    My friends say I was tweaked out,
    Passed out on a dirty coach, still in the house
    It kind a scares me, I don't know
    Am out of control, always waking up still in my clothes
    I wrote a note that said goodbye to pain, good bye to shame
    But couldn't find a way, I just cry for days
    I'm so depressed, soak in wet, I can't rest
    These thoughts just beat me to death I'm un-kept
    I thought of a song my mom used to sing in church
    But it's been so long I can't remember the words
    Every time you run, every time you hide
    Every time it hurts, every time you cry
    Every time you run away, every time you hide your face
    And it feels so far away, I'm right here, with you
    Every time you run
    I keep sleeping in don't want to wake up
    I keep hearing from the landlord pay up
    Hide my face in my pillow till the sunsets
    Hung over and I haven't seen a pay check
    I took a job downtown at the factory
    I was hired and fired with no salary
    I keep running from responsibility
    It's seems impossible, the pressure is hitting me
    I know I need to man up, or sit down
    Stand up and get out of this crowd
    Well I know I'm not ready to die, But I've
    Sure thought about the meaning of life
    Cause I can't seem to find a purpose for me
    It's just the choices and I fail to proceed
    I gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
    I hear voices in my mind, ones a devil, ones Jesus
    I can feel it can you help me find the pieces
    Like an angel on my shoulder, you hold the
    Joy of the lord raising up a soldier
    You gave me the song my mom used to sing in church
    I promised not to quit and I remembered the words