Downtrodden
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Lyrics
You tread on me You walk on my memories But I don't feel a thing And I can't All these voices in my head They have no occupants A constant reminder that maybe it's all I am But when it's said and done We're overrun by those thoughts and remnants that we all keep inside That we all keep inside of us And Heaven, if you hear me Can I sell my soul, for streets of gold? I know I'm not ready to go ♪ We coincide, with what's inside To keep at bay, all those lies And I can feel my heart is slipping Out of my chest And Heaven, if you hear me Can I sell my soul, for streets of gold? I know I'm not ready to go I can't feel the sun on my skin I'm downtrodden, beaten, worn thin
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Song Details
- Duration
- 05:26
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 120 BPM