I Won't Fight It Songtext
von Andrew Belle

I Won't Fight It Songtext

I'm alone
The son of tears
Thought I was free but I wasted
All these years
The rancor
Won't fit ya
So now I wait for the phone call
To come get ya


I pull up
You crawl out
Of a window in the basement of
Your parent's house
A new song
It's unsung
Now there's some dust and a rectangle
Where my picture hung

I won't fight it, I won't fight it
I won't, I won't fight it, I won't
I won't fight it, I won't fight it
I won't, I won't fight it, I won't

A sharp tongue
It's obvious
Now there's a room in a hospital
Where your body is
I'll be brave
I walk to it
If there's a crowd waiting for me there
I'll break through it, but


I won't fight it, I won't fight it
I won't, I won't fight it, I won't
I won't fight it, I won't fight it
I won't, I won't fight it, I won't

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