Billy Falcon
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11/12/2006 7:54:26 PM
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When life gets mean, with a dull blade it cuts
The Rest of the Song
It wasn’t an angel that took her away from me
There were no golden trumpets, I saw no silver wings
When life gets mean, with a dull blade it cuts
You wanna die ‘cause you hurt too much to go on
But you go on….
Blame it on God, you’re cursin’ at the sun
It’s cruel how it shines as if she isn’t gone
Sometimes it feels better to just let it bleed
You’ll find the strength when you’re down on your knees
To go on, and you’ll go on,
Writing the rest of the song
We’ll sing till the end of the story
On broken legs we will run
We are writing the rest of the song
I will not believe heaven needed another rose
But I’m sure there’s a place where everything beautiful goes
And if she’s thru the clouds lookin’ down on me
I’ll be……
Writing the rest of the song
Sing till the end of the story
On broken legs we will run
We are writing the rest of the song
We are writing the rest of the song
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