Heaven Helps Those Who Help Themselves

Hard to see how you're losing mind
Told you were ill but the neck is twined
Hard to believe we could be on the same page
But you

Lie on the floor
How'd you become sore?
And wanted more and more and more and more
The life is stoned
Full of the moans
But you wanted more and more and more and more

Everyone canceled their deals for you
I wish I knew there is no glue
Heaven helps those who help themselves
But you

Lie on the floor
How'd you become sore?
And wanted more and more and more and more
The life is stoned
Full of the moans
But you wanted more and more and more and more

We could be on the same page

Lie on the floor
How'd you become sore?
And wanted more and more and more and more
The life is stoned
Full of the moans
But you wanted more and more and more and more



Credits
Writer(s): Arsen Hryhorian
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