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keats conlon - prayers for someday lyrics

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[verse 1]
he would always tell you how it was and it was never tempting
probably why he walked home by himself, everyday
and he was always there to lend a hand but no one asked because he
wore a weary frown, it kept everyone down

[chorus]
and everyday he takes two lefts and a right to broken home
and prays that someday soon he’ll find his way, and god will do him right
but everyday there’s something more, something else would just twist the knife
he prays and hopes someone can hear him
please lord someday will you do me right?

[verse 2]
one step forward two steps back he tries to speak but lost the knack
their ears are plugged their eyes are set, his image burned into their heads
hits the books to dull the pain, the teachers sing the same refrain
it’s no good your work’s not right, it’s probably cause your shirt’s too tight

[chorus]
and everyday he takes two lefts and a right to broken home
and prays that someday soon he’ll find his way and god will do him right
but everyday there’s something more, something else would just twist the knife
he prays and hopes someone can hear him
please lord someday will you do me right?

[verse 3]
twists and turns inside his mind, looks for peace of any kind
shoots up to another world, cities burn but he feels cold
hides inside his silhouette, can’t find the words to tell her yet, how he needs her

[bridge]
it’s hard to scream with a broken voice and no one understands
it’s hard to ask for help when no one gives a d#mn
it’s hard to cry with sunburned sockets and no lover’s hand
it’s hard to find the ground when you can’t find a reason to land

[chorus]
and everyday he took two lefts and a right to a broken home
and prayed that someday soon he’d find his way, and god would do him right
but everyday was something more, something else would just twist the knife
he’d pray and hope, someone could hear him
please lord someday do me right

[outro]
but some days they come so slow fingers blister and lips chap
lord, i don’t know if you can hear this
but i will make it right

- keats conlon lyrics

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