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Thorny Patch Video (MV)




Performed By: John Gorka
Language: English
Length: 5:22




John Gorka - Thorny Patch Lyrics
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It's tough before the aftermath
Waiting for the sky to rain
I'm almost through this thorny patch
That I will not go through again...
That I will not go through again...
That I will not go through again

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

I am bound for where you live
For I am bound to who you are
My navigation's primitive
To move at all I need the stars...

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

The blood demands a thicker skin
A thicker skin turned to the fray
It's briar, bramble, needle, pin
When it's a struggle everyday...

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

If I were rich no one would know
If I were poor no one would see
No need to cultivate mystique
When every soul's a mystery...

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

City streets are wilderness
Where paranoia's common sense
As common as the common kiss
It's a form of latent violence...
It's a form of latent violence...
It's a form of latent violence

Standing on a broken path...
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It's tough before the aftermath
Waiting for the sky to rain
I'm almost through this thorny patch
That I will not go through again...
That I will not go through again...
That I will not go through again

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

I am bound for where you live
For I am bound to who you are
My navigation's primitive
To move at all I need the stars...

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

The blood demands a thicker skin
A thicker skin turned to the fray
It's briar, bramble, needle, pin
When it's a struggle everyday...

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

If I were rich no one would know
If I were poor no one would see
No need to cultivate mystique
When every soul's a mystery...

Standing on a broken path
Waiting for the sky to rain

City streets are wilderness
Where paranoia's common sense
As common as the common kiss
It's a form of latent violence...
It's a form of latent violence...
It's a form of latent violence

Standing on a broken path...
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