Sullivan Album: Cover Your Eyes Track: The Process
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The Process Lyrics Break the code of silence Forget your conscience And baby, you'll be fine Grab a book of matches, Half empty gas can And get these hands untied
You made me who I am
Blame it all on the process, darling Draw my blood from stone Sorry about the mix up, sweetie But this had to be said You made me who I am
Lift your broken posture Reset your shoulder And plant you in the soil I recall the moment When I first struck and Your twisted limbs recoiled
You made me who I am
Blame it all on the process, darling Draw my blood from stone Sorry about the mix up, sweetie But this had to be said You made me who I am
You think you've seen the worst of me? Well, think again You made me who I am Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when You made me who I am You made me who I am
Break the code of silence Forget your conscience And baby, you'll be fine Grab a book of matches, Half empty gas can And get these hands untied
You made me who I am, oh
Blame it all on the process, darling Draw my blood from stone Sorry about the mix up, sweetie But this had to be said You made me who I am
You think you've seen the worst of me? Well, think again You made me who I am Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when You made me who I am You made me who I am
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