Another Song I Composed for Vocalist Artist " Brigitte Purdy" For her Debut
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Some time ago
Blue collar man
Salt of the Earth
Scars on his hand
Rise like the water
Blow like the sand
Deep as a river
Carving through the land
Rain coming down disciples wash away the need,
You can't heal the wounds of the world You gotta let it Bleed.
Fever like a fire hasn't broken yet
Mountain of desire
Ocean of regret
Eyes cross a field of heartache we plant the same old seeds
You can't heal the wounds of the world you gotta let it bleed.
Rise like the water, Gotta let it bleed.
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