
Piru Blues Lupe Fiasco
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"Piru Blues"
[Hook]
Show me how to breathe again
Give me a reason to end
This pain and all this suffering
Is there something, can I win?
It's hard to believe again
Is it something?
Or maybe nothing, nothing
[Verse 1]
Blood stains on the camouflage jacket
And love pain hands on the fully automatic
She looks into the eyes of her comrade/lover
Comcast, C-SPAN cover warfare rages on the other
Side of the wall where the revolution utters
In the language besides brotherly love for the sufferers
It's the sacrifice that touches her
He brushes her cheek, smeared with black smudges
Of oil and dirt he picked up from falling to the earth
When did things fall so far to love and so into berserk?
Supplies in the church but nothing of worth
That can repair the hurt, so out comes the tears and
In come the visions, gargoyles and gryphons
The tensions, the strength, and the stiff and release
On his way to God, guarded by the beast
She picks up his rifle and rushes to the street
[Hook]
Show me how to breathe again
Give me a reason to end
This pain and all this suffering
Is there something, can I win?
It's hard to believe again
Is it something?
Or maybe nothing, nothing
[Verse 1]
Blood stains on the camouflage jacket
And love pain hands on the fully automatic
She looks into the eyes of her comrade/lover
Comcast, C-SPAN cover warfare rages on the other
Side of the wall where the revolution utters
In the language besides brotherly love for the sufferers
It's the sacrifice that touches her
He brushes her cheek, smeared with black smudges
Of oil and dirt he picked up from falling to the earth
When did things fall so far to love and so into berserk?
Supplies in the church but nothing of worth
That can repair the hurt, so out comes the tears and
In come the visions, gargoyles and gryphons
The tensions, the strength, and the stiff and release
On his way to God, guarded by the beast
She picks up his rifle and rushes to the street
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