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Matchbox Lyrics - Artist : David Keenan
Those simple things that you passed down
You held them close in your past now An envelope yellow with sunlight You spread the contents neatly down upon your bedside A bed and slippered night or two A name badge from some job you used to do A lifetime spread before your eyes Kneel and you pray in a door in the sky Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man Yeah, won't you tell me what son makes you more than just a man Tell me Your frame of mind ever grind to a halt? I couldn't fault You take life with a pinch of salt The noisy neighbors The mixers and the laborers Have lay down their tools For the hands of Absolom Raise an eruption [?] Smash and reduction [?] Catches your eye Sets you up for the night And you're gone floating from my sight I tell them all It give me such a fright That's no lie. That's no lie Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man Yeah, won't you tell me what son makes you more than just a man Tell me what makes you more than just a man Well, tell me, tell me what makes you more than just a man Yeah, just a man Yeah, just a man Tell me what makes you more than just a man What makes you more than just a man What sets you apart from the crowd kid? What makes you more, what makes you more than just a man? Be brave or be enslaved Be brave or be enslaved Be brave or be enslaved Be brave or be enslaved What makes you more than just a man? What is your plan? |
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