Samson
It's been days since I have felt like a waste
It isn't hard to explain
You make the worthless wane
And mistakes that I have made
They call you a philistine but lord how you worship me
When you laid me down in the living room
The ceiling was spinning true
I swear I was living too
This could be wrong and you know I could be wrong
Though seeing the damage is done
It won't hurt to try your tongue
So if you take the weight I could stand up straight
Even the next door neighbors say they sense a change in my gait
And you could call it strange or you could call it queer
There's somethings that I don't need and
Baby you can cut my hair
I'd forsake this life of solitude
And don't call it servitude
I'd give it all to you
If you'd take me up to the Temple Mount
I wouldn't dare make a sound
Just you and that holy ground
This could be wrong and you know I could be wrong
Though seeing the damage is done
It won't hurt to try your tongue
So if you take the weight I could stand up straight
Even the next door neighbors say they sense a change in my gait
And you could call it strange or you could call it queer
There's somethings that I don't need and
Baby you can cut my hair
So if you take the weight I could stand up straight
Even the next door neighbors say they sense the change in my gait
And you could call it strange or you could call it queer
There's somethings that I don't need and
Baby you can cut my hair
Baby you can cut my hair
It isn't hard to explain
You make the worthless wane
And mistakes that I have made
They call you a philistine but lord how you worship me
When you laid me down in the living room
The ceiling was spinning true
I swear I was living too
This could be wrong and you know I could be wrong
Though seeing the damage is done
It won't hurt to try your tongue
So if you take the weight I could stand up straight
Even the next door neighbors say they sense a change in my gait
And you could call it strange or you could call it queer
There's somethings that I don't need and
Baby you can cut my hair
I'd forsake this life of solitude
And don't call it servitude
I'd give it all to you
If you'd take me up to the Temple Mount
I wouldn't dare make a sound
Just you and that holy ground
This could be wrong and you know I could be wrong
Though seeing the damage is done
It won't hurt to try your tongue
So if you take the weight I could stand up straight
Even the next door neighbors say they sense a change in my gait
And you could call it strange or you could call it queer
There's somethings that I don't need and
Baby you can cut my hair
So if you take the weight I could stand up straight
Even the next door neighbors say they sense the change in my gait
And you could call it strange or you could call it queer
There's somethings that I don't need and
Baby you can cut my hair
Baby you can cut my hair
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