paroles de chanson Convict of Conviction - Sonya Kitchell
He
was
a
convict
of
his
own
conviction
He
was
in
conflict
of
his
own
infliction
And
the
lines
do
draw
a
parallel
Right
back
to
the
place
Where
the
shadow
boxers
dance
And
old
memories
dwell
Below
the
tight
rope
Drawn
in
suspicion
Beneath
the
artist
Who
walks
in
ambitions
And
the
lines
do
draw
a
parallel
Right
between
fact
and
fiction
So
the
honest
truth
cannot
yell
Over
blind
conviction
Nobody,
nobody,
nobody
Likes
to
be
kept
waiting
Nobody,
nobody,
nobody
Likes
to
feel
powerless
He
was
a
jack
box
On
his
last
round
He
had
been
wound
And
wound
and
wound
Until
the
old
man
Pulled
his
final
thread
The
final
thread
that
lead
To
bloodshed
And
the
lines
do
a
parallel
Right
to
the
source
of
the
friction
Where
the
spark
that
started
a
fire
From
an
old
flint
fell
Causing
a
burning
Affliction
Nobody,
nobody,
nobody
Likes
to
be
kept
waiting
Nobody,
nobody,
nobody
Likes
to
feel
powerless
And
so
he
found
himself
With
his
lady,
on
the
run
Pursued
by
his
friend
The
emancipator
and
instigator
That
old
shot
gun
And
they
ran
Till
time
ran
out
For
there
are
some
things
You
can't
fool
about
And
the
lines
do
draw
a
parallel
Right
between
fact
and
fiction
So
the
honest
truth
cannot
yell
Over
blind
conviction
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