Week Eighteen: “Born for This”

Where am I supposed to go now
Where am I supposed to lay my head
Should I go down South
and see my family
Or should I go to hell instead

It’s the hour of cold and darkness
It’s the hour of cruel means
It’s the hour where a taxi cab’s
so hard to find
And no woman is as helpful as she seems

Bet you didn’t know
I’m born to take a beating,
come back for more
I bet you didn’t know I’m born for this
Bet you didn’t know
that I will love you till it kills me, so
bet you didn’t know I’m born for this

This ain’t the first time that I shivered
This ain’t the first time I been shown the door
This road is so familiar
I can walk it blindfolded
and make it from the mountains to the shore

But if you think that’s all it takes to break me
Like I was some picture fallen off the wall
And if you think I’m gonna walk away
from all we’ve made here
Then I don’t think you know me at all

[Chorus]

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