My Private Disabled Place

he woke up to see some urban achievers

doing good, 'help some kids'

that's what the angry unabled man said

what if life started at your convenience?

this is mine and my hands are tied to you

hanging on a wall of plastic fame

is just the same as the times'

mirror magazine

just to keep the faith

what if life started at your convenience?

this is mine and my hands are tied to you

the choir sings, the fire burns

but where is comfort?

the choir sings, the fire burns

but where are you?

the choir sings, the fire burns

but where is comfort?

the choir sings, the fire burns

but where are you?

i think that you're really in need

this is my private disabled place

a place that starts, starts at my convenience

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Lyrics submitted by Hans.