Sweat by Plunkett
Sweat lyrics
See these furrowed lines that eat my face
And this bitter sweat I bleed to stay
See these synchronized hands that leave me cold
And these silver streaks as they unfold
As I dream of a place for my love
And forty more years of being pushed from above
With no thanks at all for all the days that I�ve sold
And swallowed my pride to make a place I call home
Taste this poisoned air that fates my son
In this broken church of soulless songs
And I dream of a place for my love
And forty more years of being pushed from above
With no thanks at all for all the days that I�ve sold
And swallowed my pride to keep this place I call home
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(Ok�)
Well if you�ve got something to say
Lets all hear it, someone�ll know your name
So if you wanna go far, then start to work those tongues
You all know where my arse is!
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See these furrowed lines that bless my face
And this holy sweat I bleed with grace
As I dream of a place for my love
And forty more years of being pushed from above
With no thanks at all for all the days that I�ve sold
And swallowed my pride to keep this place I call home
I swallow my pride
But you ain�t got none at all
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from the album 'Folk Songs' (2008)
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