Dirt Songtext

von Mission of Burma

Yeah it's true
But only in part
Actions best forgotten of a desperate heart
And it hurts
This salt in the wound
But what compels them to spend their time bothering you

Don't let them touch you baby
Don't let them make you cry
Don't you waste your time
Trying to find the reason why
They will do what they must do

Yeah it's strange
That vicarious choir
Ever searching for a stage where they might sing higher
And they share
The generous souls
But nothing gets in the way of a story untold

It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt

Don't let them touch you baby
Don't let them make you cry
Don't you waste your time
Trying to find the reason why
They will do what they must do

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Hey hey

... half day to meddle with our lives
With private tears meant only for their eyes
Reactions haunt, be worthy of legend
Security maybe ... charms

It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt
It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt
It's not fair
Dirt
Always there
Dirt