The Grudge

In your message
A rueful passage
On the grudge you bore

You asked to meet
For that's history
Though she once was yours

So here I wait
It's getting late
Now open flings the door

On your bedside
A photo of my once bride
Don't worry friend, I'm happy for you too

Glide a stone across a old axe
Its blade can cut my mustache
Can cut your neck bone right through

So here I come
Nothing's too sacred for love
Now open flings the door

So here I wait
It's getting late
Now open flings the door



Credits
Writer(s): Jan Kooiker, Justin Stover
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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