Step out the door 2 a.m. yesterday Me and my friend keeping the night aflame And as we're walking in the clear night blind Two guys come up and take him out of sight
All I know is one thing They hit him hard, he doubles up They takes his money and they run and all I can do is watch them go His hands are round his nose His blood is on his clothes
What doesn't kill ya What doesn't hurt Sometimes you feel you're up against the world What doesn't kill ya What doesn't break This life, it seems To bring you to your knees You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
She was the dream that kept me up at night I couldn't face the world without her eyes I never knew it till she disappeared My life would be a bunch of souvenirs
All I know is what it is Her heart, she doubles up She packs her bag and then she runs And all I can do is watch her go I've lost all I own
What doesn't kill ya What doesn't hurt Sometimes you feel you're up against the world What doesn't kill ya What doesn't break This life, it seems To bring you to your knees You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
What doesn't kill ya What doesn't hurt Sometimes you feel you're up against the world What doesn't kill ya What doesn't break This life, it seems To bring you to your knees You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
Compositores: Edwin Charles Kennedy Jake (PRS), Iain Denis Archer (Iain Archer) (PRS)Editores: Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS), Soul Kitchen Music LtdPublicado em 2013ECAD verificado obra #7982610 e fonograma #5948234 em 26/Abr/2024