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Teardrops on my face again, I'm staring out the window Pianissimo I wish for, but the raindrops just crescendo Sometimes it feel like purgatory dangling in the limbo If you don't keep it sturdy, you'll get tangled when the wind blow The beaten path was beat, I took the lane not many men go With hopes to meet Brunhilda on my pilgrimage like Django I eat a bowl of navy beans a day to make my skin glow Sometimes I be ashamed to mix a lot 'cause I'm so sinful The sidewalk is my prayer rug, I got so much to repent for Pacing back and forth again, I ain't been sleep for days Racing back and forth again, trying to beat the cage When I plug my natural force back to thе source, you'll be amazed I do this for Thе Mahdi Christ, Mesiah and the slaves A million ways to raise the dead, now let me count the ways (It's all illuisions) A million ways to raise the dead, now let us count the ways (It's all illuisions) From Letras Mania