Believer Lyrics - Under These Rocks & Stones
I carry my microphone with me
Everywhere i go
It makes for a very good dead weight
In case of an emergency
In case i need need to break your face
In case i need you to be dead
Who do you think you are
Who do i think you are
I know who you are
And it's hard to believe
That god made you and me
With the same hands
Sit? i tell my doggie to sit
But i am not a dog
But you make the animal in
Me want to come out all over you
And it's hard to believe
That i'm still a believer
Believer by Chantal Kreviazuk
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