My Private Disabled Place Lyrics – At The close

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?
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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At The close Lyrics – My Private Disabled Place

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My Private Disabled Place