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Cruel Design Video (MV)




Performed By: Nicholas Johnson
Length: 3:35
Written by: Johnson N.




Nicholas Johnson - Cruel Design Lyrics




Cruel Design

Some say time is a long, straight line
The space between the start and the end
Fleeting lives
Like a flash of light
Breezes blow their bitter wind

Burned or buried
Scattered or carried
From a church upon a hill
Dreams we carry
Hopes we've buried
Oh I remember still

If the whiskey don't kill me
The worry will

Some say time is a cruel design
The hours gone the days we spend
Memory dies
Like the sun will rise
Winter breaks what autumn bends

Burned or Buried
Scattered or carried
From a church up on a hill
Dreams we carry
Hopes we buried
Oh I remember still

If the whiskey don't kill me
The women will

Be quiet, keep still
As the hours expire and the minutes killed
And now turns violently to then

What does it matter?
When the sun explodes and the world will scatter
In a wave of fire and wind

Burned or Buried
Scattered or carried
From a church up on a hill
Dreams we carry
Hopes we buried
Oh I remember still

If the whiskey don't kill me
The wondering will
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Cruel Design

Some say time is a long, straight line
The space between the start and the end
Fleeting lives
Like a flash of light
Breezes blow their bitter wind

Burned or buried
Scattered or carried
From a church upon a hill
Dreams we carry
Hopes we've buried
Oh I remember still

If the whiskey don't kill me
The worry will

Some say time is a cruel design
The hours gone the days we spend
Memory dies
Like the sun will rise
Winter breaks what autumn bends

Burned or Buried
Scattered or carried
From a church up on a hill
Dreams we carry
Hopes we buried
Oh I remember still

If the whiskey don't kill me
The women will

Be quiet, keep still
As the hours expire and the minutes killed
And now turns violently to then

What does it matter?
When the sun explodes and the world will scatter
In a wave of fire and wind

Burned or Buried
Scattered or carried
From a church up on a hill
Dreams we carry
Hopes we buried
Oh I remember still

If the whiskey don't kill me
The wondering will
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Writer: Johnson N.
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