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He always winds up wrong'Cause he always sings the song of failure for no reasonIn the face of compromiseHe always testifies that he knows he's not ableHe says...I know how to run but I prefer to crawlAnd I'll get there somedayInspiration's on its knees, killing possibilitiesOf what might have beenAgain and again and againHe wants to bite the hand that reached out to give him meaningBut in the mirror of distrustHe's always felt he must reflect that loser he's seeingOh no...I know how to run but I prefer to crawlAnd I'll get there somedayInspiration's on its knees, killing possibilitiesOf what might have beenAnd to my FatherWhat does it take to move youWhat guilty pleasures hold you downOh hear me brotherLetras de cancionesWhat could I do to lift youWhat could I say to help you outBut I know I can't and I know you're a bitter manI'm watching you burn on outI know how to run but I prefer to crawlAnd I'll get there somedayInspiration's on its knees, killing possibilitiesOf what might have been From Letras Mania