Lagwagon - Island Of Shame |
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Island Of Shame
Lagwagon One summer morning In some small town of small ways He left us ashamed The one they feared They might turn to stone They feared to hold his hand Don't leave them on And he died alone Your solution You You I can not argue when the truth is plain to see You're not immune to any disease You send them away to an island of misery We'll take our last breath In your beliefs, your fear of death I see reflections of society Adding insult to injuries - He was alone |
