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On the Fourteen: lyrics by chris george
Now another mirror breaks to pieces
That's fourteen years of bad luck
It's another day to find the reasons
All the reasons for not waking up
Rolling over on the wrong side
Find the rain deluding the sunshine
Its another way to find the reasons
For the damage &ldots;&ldots;.cannot find the reason.
Watch the lives fall down around me
This house of cards it will fall
I see the changes laid before me
Shouldn't trust the 8 ball.
And now another path is broken
Its by that god forsaken cat
Need the death way before the evening
It's the straw that broke mother's back
It's another way to see the dawning
Of another morning gone south
It's a way to celebrate the evening
With a smoking gun in his mouth.