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Karaoké My Own Prison Creed
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Tonalité identique à l'original : Rém
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Court is in session a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound my breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence expecting no return
Here there is no penance my skin begins to burn
So I held my head up high hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some we the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning ain't got no time
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning ain't got no time
So I held my head up high hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some we the meek are all in one
I cry out to God seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
So I held my head up high hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some we the meek are all in one
So I held my head up high hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
I've created we're held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some we the meek are all in one
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning ain't got no time
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rendu célèbre par Creed
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Mark Tremonti, Scott Stapp
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