Текст песни My Blessed Pain

Tell you 'bout a man I borrowed twenty-six cents from

I wanted to ask what the extra penny is for

I needed a quarter for the next two minutes with you

He said "I was making a wish but I've been listening

I think you need it more"

And it's the same damn thing

The stuff you put me through

I walked across a bridge and almost right past a suicide

You could say I'm a hero depending on the light that you put me in

What changed her mind was when I took the time to tell her 'bout you and me

She heard my tale and climbed off the rail and then she tried to push me in

And it's the same damn thing

I hope I'm doing it to you

And it sounds like thunder

And it fills like rain

But I've been so thirsty

That I can't explain

How you feel me and grow me

And no one has known me

To complain

For you are my blessed pain

You are my blessed pain

Girls need candy and flowers and monogamy

From someone who makes them feel worthwhile

Boys need food and five minutes with his right hand free

But only the girl gonna make him smile

And it's the same damn thing

The stuff that you put me through
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And it sounds like thunder

And it fills like rain

But I've been so thirsty

That I can't explain

How you feel me and grow me

And no one has known me

To complain

For you are my blessed pain

You are my blessed pain

Girls need shoes and attention and monogamy

From someone who makes them feel worthwhile

Boys need food and basically five minutes with his right hand free

But only the girl gonna make him smile

And it's the same damn thing

I hope I'm doing it to you

And it sounds like thunder

And it fills like rain

But I've been so thirsty

That I can't explain

How you feel me and grow me

And no one has known me

To complain

For you are my blessed pain

You are my blessed pain

You are my blessed pain

Extracted from the liner notes for the album "Truth Be Told"

Words by J. Popper

Music by C. Kinchla