Dead Beat
By thomas_taylor
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I wasted my money on feelings of sin
I lived my life living out of a bin
I loved life too much it seemed
I needed a chance to be redeemed
I'm dieing in my lifestyle
I'm living in my bomb field
Show me the answer, man
I need to show my faith
And I know that I'm dead
But it doesn't really show
I'm feeling
Dead beat
Dead beat
Someone is dealing cards
For truth to show itself
The grass is greener in my pipe
I'm feeling for the mirror
To seem real
I'm dieing in my lifestyle
I'm living in my bomb field
Who am I?
Show me the answer, man
I need to show my faith
And I know that I'm dead
But it doesn't really show
I'm feeling
Dead beat
Dead beat
Dead beat
Dead beat, yea
I'm dieing in my lifestyle
I'm living in my bomb field
Who am I?
Show me the answer, man
I need to show my faith
And I know that I'm dead
But it doesn't really show
I'm feeling
Dead beat
Dead beat
Dead beat
Dead beat, yea
I know I'm insane
But I like the feel of it
It feels
Ohh, it feels
Show me the answer, man
I need to show my faith
And I know that I'm dead
But it doesn't really show
I'm feeling
Dead beat
Dead beat
Dead beat
Dead beat, yea
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