Lyrics
Four
years
went
by
and
it's
still
fresh
No
reflection,
just
a
bunch
of
gossip
See
the
anger
in
the
way
that
it
didn't
change
When
I
showed
such
love
in
a
grand
way
Oh
oh
okay
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Putting
a
match
to
the
cash
Biblical
book
in
the
back
of
my
brain
Stubborn
the
kid
who
neglecting
the
change
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Learning
from
lessons
that
past
Discipline
not
pleasant,
but
it
teach
Laying
down
on
pastures
of
peace
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Funny
thing
they
do
when
they
break
up
Move
on
two
weeks,
put
some
makeup
On
the
wounds
so
fresh
from
my
absence
Four
years
went
by
and
it's
still
fresh
No
reflection,
just
a
bunch
of
gossip
See
the
anger
in
the
way
that
it
didn't
change
When
I
showed
such
love
in
a
grand
way
Oh
oh
okay
Oh,
okay,
you
bitter
to
your
roots
Grudges
fill
the
pages
of
your
books
You
obsessed
with
the
things
that
you
hate
Occupy
massive
parts
of
your
brain
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Putting
a
match
to
the
cash
Biblical
book
in
the
back
of
my
brain
Stubborn
the
kid
who
neglecting
the
change
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Learning
from
lessons
that
past
Discipline
not
pleasant,
but
it
teach
Laying
down
on
pastures
of
peace
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Putting
a
match
to
the
cash
Biblical
book
in
the
back
of
my
brain
Stubborn
the
kid
who
neglecting
the
change
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Learning
from
lessons
that
past
Discipline
not
pleasant,
but
it
teach
Laying
down
on
pastures
of
peace
Wounded
up,
I
gotta
scab
Stop
it,
son,
stop
picking
at
it
That's
the
way
it
gets
worse,
you
keep
picking
at
it
Over
and
over
and
over
and
over
again
If
it
doesn't
wanna
get
picked,
stop
picking
it
Move
on,
son,
move
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