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The Tears Are Not Worth The Wait

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I've got a friend with a melody that will kill
She'll eat you alive
Like cyanide... it's poison
She'll eat you alive
Don't you battle we'll kill you
We'll rip you up and tear you in two
Don't you battle we'll kill you
We'll rip you up and tear you in two
Don't you battle we'll kill you
We'll rip you up and tear you in two

Only in the sound of the voices I scream

I heard my name
Now I'm gone
Tell me what I did
You saw me standing on my lone mountain,
Dare me play
Not to put it off
The tears are not worth the wait
Your loveliness
Is so worth it (so worth it)
You're another one
In a long long time,
Wrestling people for peace
Wrestling people for peace

Only in the sound of the voices I scream
Only in the sound of your voice did I scream
Only in the sound of the voices I scream...

I make room for everyone
I make room for everyone
I need to take a break!!!

Do you wanna look in my mind,
Open up and see what you find
Holdin on to just what I wanted

It was just behind the door,
Well, I wasn't not looking out
For nothing anymore,
But oh look what I found
I was always talkin too much
But only in the sound of my voice did I reach out

Only in the sound of the voice did I scream
Only in the sound of the voice did I scream


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