Thirty Three

Dig the same lack in every being
Put the same faith in every wound
Take a look at the dirt stuck under your booth
And the chains burns my wrists
Wear out the rat waving a piece of bread he will never get

Did you shoot him dead?
How much you make him cry
Do they hear the blow in hell
Did it make you feel all right?

Our lives are changing lanes
Our streets don't reach the same path
And if i cut the power i still hear them in the night
For a broken glass; my hands bleeding, bleeding
And I'll keep these colors for you

Did you shoot him dead?
How much you make him cry
Do they hear the blow in hell
Did it Make you feel all right
Have you feel his pain?
Does the blow beaten him down
The cracks on his head
Did it make you feel all right?

Did It make you feel all right?
Light a bra in our sleep
Did It make you feel all right?
The world holds he's breath
These sweets ain't for free



Credits
Writer(s): Cesar Chouraqui
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