Forgiving Harm

He steps in readily
Stops em dead in their tracks
On 7th street
He says the Grim Old Reaper
Keeps calling to me
The dead don't get
Nothing from me

What am I to do
What am I to do
Cant stay close
Cause my bodies bruised
An unseen ghost
With an unlit fuse

Sad life I'm living
Can't wait to be forgiven
There's a passport in my room somewhere
But you won't find any stamps in there

Sad life I'm living
Where being stuck is a given

Sad life I'm living
Can't wait to be forgiven
There's a passport in my room somewhere
But you won't find any stamps in there



Credits
Writer(s): Marlin Bradley
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