Hard Candy

A hand on the hay, to some this is plenty food
Burning in daylight
They stop and they turn, I learned to surrender you
Return to believing the same

You may have lost, it was death to pretenders too

Taste of the cross, I was left with a tender wound
She's breathing again
Erased in a wash, it was death for pretenders too
You made leaving a game

You may have lost, it was death to pretenders too



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Nowels, Billy Steinberg, Maria Montell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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