I can't find the lyrics online #:(. this is what I (want to) hear.. :P
all my friends they've got restlessness in common I'm counting ways, you can have love for the wounded the more I read, the more I write. the more I bleed, the less I fight I hear this talk of a new religion. I never was for superstitions whose to say what a soul's worth? can you measure it in gold? we should convene it on my front porch don't need your light. I got my own torch the more I eat, the more I write. the more I lead, the less I fight
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good idea;be careful little ears what you hear . |