Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Taxes

Hands out towards me

But it’s not me you want

I know, I’ve seen that look before

I am just a little person

In this big machine

Go ahead and take your taxes

I am what you need

 

My skeleton’s a little ground down now

From all your weather, all you storms

I know you blame me for my weakness

But I forgive you yours

 

Come, running for me

Cry out for my help

I will answer your call

Every time it comes

Come, running for me

And you won’t have to ask

I’ll be waiting for the cry

I’ll hand over your taxes

 

Your knees are just a little cut up now

In all your praying, you still fell

I know I hurt you in the past

But you forgave me for that

 

Come, running for me

Cry out for my help

I will answer your call

Everytime it comes

Come, running for me

And you won’t have to ask

I’ll be waiting for the cry

I’ll hand over your taxes

 

I’m just a little person

In this machine

Go ahead take your taxes

I am what you need

I’m just a little person

In this big machine

Go ahead take your taxes

I am what you need

 

Come, running for me

Cry out for my help

I will answer your call

Everytime it comes

Come, running for me

And you won’t have to ask

I’ll be waiting for the cry

I’ll hand over your taxes

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