Текст, перевод и аккорды “Falling Calling”
- (clarke / sylvester) Didnt believe in the bible Didnt believe the good book Lord, lord please help me, help me take a look These chains that Im wearing really aint my style Lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile I know that I did something wrong I got into bad ways Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I dont know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I dont know what to do The cell I am in is only six feet wide And six feet to the roof Theres a window thats strung with only three bars Singing me the truth Fifty and seventy dont seem right Seventy aint my age When I leave this place with a new face Its to turn another a new page Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I dont know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I dont know what to do Didnt believe in the bible Didnt believe the good book Well now lord, lord please help me, help me take a look These chains that Im wearing well they really aint my style Well now lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I dont know what to do Falling, falling, falling over you Calling, calling, I dont know what to do
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