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Á¦¸ñ: I Won't Fight It
°¡¼ö: Andrew Belle


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
Woo ooh

A sharp tongue
It¡¯s obvious
Now there¡¯s a room in a hospital
Where your body is
The B-bridge
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
Woo ooh

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I Won't Fight It
Andrew Belle



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