Текст (слова) песни: Kilgore Smudge - Senorita Beefeater
Everyone`s footsteps pound like hammers to my brain And all the lives I`ve broke And all that remains Everything, everyone around me reminds me Of my sins If I was Mr. Turtle Man I`d pull my head back in I`m not your Jesus I`m not your Here in my shell, alone I dwell My so called friends come with pitchforks And drag me off to hell �Cuz I made too many promises That I can`t alter I may look like your Jesus But I can`t walk on water I`m not your Jesus I`m not your False, indifference Not really here right Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns Could`ve been the leader of the master race Or a Greek poet before I was born My soul is not my own It`s shared with a thousand fading dreams Exposed to the naked eye is why I`m always picked last on the team I`m not your Jesus I`m not your
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