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Lirieke: Martina Topley-Bird. Too Tough To Die.

Wait for me
Too tough to die

I always wonder why my mama left town, new haven ain't a bag of salt
When nobody knows your name, you look so different over the phone
Seven states away they're doin', doin' the strange fruit swing
When they come down, you have to leave town

I am too tough to die
I am too tough to die

Blessed are those who believe, who believe and have not seen
I wasn't there and it's got me wondering
The man you make then and now, he's burning
School's are learning you can't unlearn and no room to turn, let alone run

And I am too tough to die
Well I am too tough to die

It's in their eyes, it's unspoken, don't even know they're out to do you harm
Can't even see the pulse beating in the axle of your arm

Outlaw wearin' diamond patches of sunlight on his coat
Livin' in a cage make a 7 time daddy lose his mind to roam
Derision's a cold wind against my skin, you keep a-flayin' 'til there's no skin
At all, what's to hold it together when you stumble and you fall

I am too tough to die
And I am too tough to die

Martina Topley Bird