Drowning Pool - Enemy Lyrics
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Enemy
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What Are The Lyrics For Enemy By Drowning Pool?
The words you used were mine, used a thousand times
Doesn't make them what I've bled I hated you, I loathed you Though felt, I never let the words begin to spill Make me sick 'till I can't breathe Never want to be your enemy Silence me, so I can't be, Never want to be your enemy I walk the High road away from you God knows what I've been through This is the life I have, this is the life I choose I walked away, the high road away from you Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy I never, I never wanted, I never wanted to poison or burn through Labeled malcontent, by bastards of decent, Excuse this place I stand, words are to elude you Make me sick 'till I can't breathe Never want to be your enemy Silence me, so I can't be, Never want to be your enemy I walk the High road away from you God knows what I've been through This is the life I have, this is the life I choose I walked away, the high road away from you Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy (Yeah) Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy (Walk away from) Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy (Enemy, yeah) Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy (Walk away from) Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy, your enemy I walk the High road away from you God knows what I've been through This is the life I have, this is the life I choose I walked away, the high road away from you Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy |
Who Wrote Enemy By Drowning Pool?
Ezekiel L. Lewis, Balewa M. Muhammad, Timothy Z. Mosley, Leslie Jerome Harmon, King Solomon Logan, Christopher J. Cornell, Ryan B. Tedder
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