Sma
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Sma
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Don't grip, you're choking
What life was, trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don't blame my messes on you
Don't beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, Low
Why take the conscience
Low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, low
What not, what else is there
I climb into
Recognize I don't have time
What was said about this man?
What was said now
Don't grip your choking
What life was trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don't blame my messes on you
Don't beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is
Low, low
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Who performs "Sma"?
Chevelle performs "Sma", and this lyric page sits inside the Chevelle catalog on LyroVerse.
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