Lio
Lio they say you havent made it
Until you got that favor
I cant help it hurts me
The pen cuts like a razor
Too bad if they kick you in the face
They draw blood you can put in your pen
And you write again
Oh what a disappointment, lio
I thought that you would go the distance, my-o
Anticipation was a little, high-o
You were low, low, low, low, lio
Symbols spread across the pages
I play electric wires
Ive got rhythms in my head
And irons in the fires
It dont hurt the process
But they did leave a scar on the face of the fighter
Wholl fight again
Oh what a disappointment, lio
I thought that you would go the distance, my-o
Anticipation was a little high-o
You were low, low, low, low, lio
My world, which lives inside of my head
No where else but my head
And Im the one who puts the limitations on it
They said you belong in this line over here
No thanks, Im not that weak
And the music will speak again
Oh what a disappointment, lio
I thought that you would go the distance, my-o
Anticipation was a little high-o
You were low, low, low, low, lio
You were low, low, low, low, lio
You were low, low, low, low
Humans walking around in cages
We build with our own hands
Looking for the turning point
That waits outside
song performed by Rick Springfield
Added by Lucian Velea
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