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Anberlin Type Three Lyrics

Last updated: 10/24/2012 01:54:54 PM

I have my reasons, for the vices I embrace.
A world of treasons, I'm their only escape.
No one lives here, as conversations are drowning.
Sixteen is nothing, I never will be 'til I'm dead.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby. (Oh, oh.)
Take all the hands that need you lately. (Oh, oh.)
I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna wait, on you, anymore.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby.

Daydream that the world sat still, dancing through the fibers of time.
Maybe I just wanna hold? Something that was never meant to be mine.
I look to Heaven to save me! And you call me naive.
Rather be a hopeless lover, than cursed with disbelief.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby. (Oh, oh.)
Take all the hands that need you lately. (Oh, oh.)
I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna wait, on you, anymore.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby.

Listen carefully now to the words that I choose:
Speak only when you are spoken to. Oh, oh.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby. (Oh, oh.)
Take all the hands that need you lately. (Oh, oh.)
I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna wait, on you, anymore. Oh.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby. (Ohh, ohhhh.)
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby. (Don't fight, don't fight the hands.)
Don't bite the hand that feeds you baby. (Don't fight, don't fight the hands.)
Don't fight the hands that need you, lately.

Thanks to Mark R for submitting Type Three Lyrics.



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