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Sonya Kitchell
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Convict of Conviction
He was a convict of his own conviction He was in conflict of his own infliction
And the lines do draw a parallel Right back to the place Where the shadow boxers dance And old memories dwell
Below the tight rope Drawn in suspicion Beneath the artist Who walks in ambitions
And the lines do draw a parallel Right between fact and fiction So the honest truth cannot yell over blind conviction
Nobody, nobody, nobody Likes to be kept waiting Nobody, nobody, nobody Likes to feel powerless
He was a jack box On his last round He had been wound And wound and wound
Until the old man Pulled his final thread the final thread that lead Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To bloodshed
And the lines do a parallel Right to the source of the friction Where the spark that started a fire From an old flint fell Causing a burning Affliction
Nobody, nobody, nobody Likes to be kept waiting Nobody, nobody, nobody Likes to feel powerless
And so he found himself With his lady, on the run Pursued by his friend The emancipator and instigator That old shot gun
And they ran Till time ran out For there are some things You can't fool about
And the lines do draw a parallel Right between fact and fiction So the honest truth cannot yell Over blind conviction
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