CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Steep Rock
I always try to spit between the fold
And live like a man that's died twenty times before
And I fear not myself nor any of my mistakes
Nor any man and what he creates
Old shoes and mildew
I got no one to go to
I pick you and drop you down
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And live like a man that's died twenty times before
And I fear not myself nor any of my mistakes
Nor any man and what he creates
Old shoes and mildew
I got no one to go to
I pick you and drop you down
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