Unforgiven
Unforgiven
by N/A
Many people, swear by Jesus
Telling lies although they aim to please us
Move around in places
But always in the end come running back to what they knew
We were magic, so fantastic
Nothing plastic, and damned nearly orgasmic
Listen to our voices calling out the past
Listen to the whispers of everything that lasts
(Who will read my mind)
Who will take my hand
(Who will be the one)
Who will understand
And be the apple of my eye
I believe Im forgiven
Ill chance it, a reason to start
A chance to win a cowgirls broken heart
Every mornin, new decisions
No exceptions for color or religion
We all have to live in the world were living in
Despite of what we thought we knew
We are magic, so fantastic
Angels cry, by God, nearly orgasmic
Voices of our mothers, mentioning the past
Calls the spirit power of everything that lasts
(Who will read my mind)
Who will take my hand
(Who will be the one)
Who will understand
And be the apple of my eye
I believe Im forgiven
Ill chance it, a reason to start
A chance to win a cowgirls broken heart
I see you there at the foot of the mountain, across on the other side
Happy as when we played, round the fountain, a planet without time
We found all the rivers, all of the pathways to bring us lower down
Down the road, down the road, down on the wind, down on the dusty
road
I believe Im forgiven
Ill chance it, a reason to start
A chance to win a cowgirls broken heart
by N/A
Many people, swear by Jesus
Telling lies although they aim to please us
Move around in places
But always in the end come running back to what they knew
We were magic, so fantastic
Nothing plastic, and damned nearly orgasmic
Listen to our voices calling out the past
Listen to the whispers of everything that lasts
(Who will read my mind)
Who will take my hand
(Who will be the one)
Who will understand
And be the apple of my eye
I believe Im forgiven
Ill chance it, a reason to start
A chance to win a cowgirls broken heart
Every mornin, new decisions
No exceptions for color or religion
We all have to live in the world were living in
Despite of what we thought we knew
We are magic, so fantastic
Angels cry, by God, nearly orgasmic
Voices of our mothers, mentioning the past
Calls the spirit power of everything that lasts
(Who will read my mind)
Who will take my hand
(Who will be the one)
Who will understand
And be the apple of my eye
I believe Im forgiven
Ill chance it, a reason to start
A chance to win a cowgirls broken heart
I see you there at the foot of the mountain, across on the other side
Happy as when we played, round the fountain, a planet without time
We found all the rivers, all of the pathways to bring us lower down
Down the road, down the road, down on the wind, down on the dusty
road
I believe Im forgiven
Ill chance it, a reason to start
A chance to win a cowgirls broken heart
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Woloshen, Ben Oleson-hodges, Cory Badger, Alex Hammond
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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