Walk in hear another needle buzzing
Drank gin now I know the pain is nothing
Yea it's fine art
Why you got a problem
Flexed hide is just another canvas and I'm
Painting words and the pictures
Just to help me get by
And I think we should
Ink the world
Everyone shut up a second
Boys and girls
We never grow up not really
Pen and quill
Writing my poetry and
Even still
It's the marks that make me me
Anyway
I'll hurt for days and
I will say
It was worth the pain
Ink the world
Everyone shut up a second
Boys and girls
We never grow up not really
Pen and quill
Writing my poetry and
Even still
It's the marks that make me me
Wolves Can't Dance - Ink the World Lyrics
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Walk in hear another needle buzzing
Drank gin now I know the pain is nothing
Yea it's fine art
Why you got a problem
Flexed hide is just another canvas and I'm
Painting words and the pictures
Just to help me get by
And I think we should
Ink the world
Everyone shut up a second
Boys and girls
We never grow up not really
Pen and quill
Writing my poetry and
Even still
It's the marks that make me me
Anyway
I'll hurt for days and
I will say
It was worth the pain
Ink the world
Everyone shut up a second
Boys and girls
We never grow up not really
Pen and quill
Writing my poetry and
Even still
It's the marks that make me me
Drank gin now I know the pain is nothing
Yea it's fine art
Why you got a problem
Flexed hide is just another canvas and I'm
Painting words and the pictures
Just to help me get by
And I think we should
Ink the world
Everyone shut up a second
Boys and girls
We never grow up not really
Pen and quill
Writing my poetry and
Even still
It's the marks that make me me
Anyway
I'll hurt for days and
I will say
It was worth the pain
Ink the world
Everyone shut up a second
Boys and girls
We never grow up not really
Pen and quill
Writing my poetry and
Even still
It's the marks that make me me
Writer: Wolfgang Trumbauer
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