Luyện nghe bài hát For The Love Of Fiction

The are hard to spread thin
But it's so to control
is your savior,
But nothing left to save
This is tradition passed on in fear
love for a fuckin' stranger?
Nails in me, for I have sinned
Your ambition bleeds on a
Security on a cross
Your hope on a cross
life bleeds on a cross
I'd for nothing, you'll die for anything
Easier said done, so easy to take the fall
A for all your insecurities
Excuse hero;a man made god;
For all your
that sunday tightrope
When the safety net who will you follow?
sheep has fallen
Bleed choices made, with security in mind
A scapegoat for all insecurities
Excuse me;a hero;a man made
For all insecurities
And when the last is destroyed
dust myself off and just walk away
As taught me, as you've tought us all
A for the dying, a prayer for you
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