Every Man Has His Prison - Crunch Radio Acoustic Session

Yes, I hit my hands upon the ground, they hurt no more
They show me the way, blind eyes from the days
I feel safer this way, I'Il be ok

Still, the whistlers heard beneath the walls of fury made
One season we share, to be free I won't dare
You'll forget and won't care what I'm saying

Every man, every man, every man has his prison
Every man, every man, every man has his prison
And it won't go 'til you get home

Every man, yeah every man, every man has his prison
Every man, every man, every man has his prison
And it won't go, and it won't go, 'til you get home



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Coole
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