The Weight Of The World

Her Space Holiday

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    It could be your southern drawl or how you limp when you walk
    That makes me want to say all those things I never could
    A school boy crush carved into the wood that fades in the rain
    You were born in a Baptist house with a rusty spoon inside your
    mouth
    The taste didn't go away and when the sun comes peaking out
    You work until it goes back down the days are all the same
    With a baby boy strapped to your hip and a tiny cut above your
    lip
    That states god doesn't save everyone who buys his book, some of
    us
    Get overlooked in a way it's a shame

    But you still walk in his light and say the same words every
    night
    I pray the lord my soul to keep, but what about the rest of me?
    My faith can't take the weight

    The summers came and left like fall, ten thankless years of
    working hard
    The school bell rings, the kids come home, but you feel like
    you're alone
    Because your husband holds his whiskey glass tighter than a
    hero's past
    You rip those black beads off your throat and swap them out for
    a knotted rope
    The end is your only friend

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    You use that final rush of blood to say the things you never
    could
    I pray the lord that you will see my eyes bulge out and my body
    swing
    Because now I finally understand that jesus is like every man
    He tells you what you want to hear until you fall in love, and
    he disappears
    My faith couldn't take the weight

    When the weight of the world falls square on your shoulders
    A pin prick or missed call can somehow destroy you
    We all are victims of warped expectations, when people can't
    save us we suddenly hate them
    So much in fact that we lose our grasp on reality, the
    responsibility that we have for ourselves
    And everybody else, when the weight of the world falls square on
    your shoulders
    A pin prick or missed call can somehow destroy you.
    We all are victims of warped expectations when people can't save
    us

    We suddenly hate them

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    Composición: Marc Bianchi

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