Brazillia

Wonder, what the hell they done to you now
 I can see the hurt, and it's gone right to your blood now
 And I. See you like you
 And I. See that you like you
 Nothing won't help now
 Well there's distant kind of hugs
 pulling clouds close to them, as they want it
 Leaving freedom to us all,
 coming back to questions if you had done wrong
 It's just a preacher's help, do not be sworn to hell,
 do not beware, and that's the creatures hell, and we might want hell
 There's no other way
 That your attitude don't rub
 There's no other way
 That you settle just enough
 And I'm so tired of waiting
 Just to hold onto my shoes
 I'm all done to solve
 All the answers I already know
 There's no other way
 That your attitude don't rub
 There's no other way
 That you settle just enough
 And I'm so tired of waiting
 Just to hold onto my shoes
 I'm all done to solve
 All the answers I already know