Woorden: My Morning Jacket. It Still Moves. Run Thru.

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Oh shit run! oh shit run! oh shit run thru the ghetto
they will hear you
mornin bell tolls at home.
Rings loud back where I come from.
Calls me back
often times I would hope and pray.
Then faith came my way
oh shit run! oh...................
It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me
oh shit run! oh...................
It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........