Testo di Lyndon B. Magic Johnson

I used to run, I had dimes slipping through my hands I left these kids behind I had a town that could understand And I put all my faith in loving arms And brought myself back home By day, in debt, by night, I slept In a bed that would soon be broke And when I went blind Step one: Burning eyes by the sun Back to brash and lonely, please don't deserve me For every 'try', I got a 'fail' I should have more bitter within me But I just need some hurt to heal I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals Picking up the coals I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals Picking up the coals