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Testament Practice What You Preach

All that can escape me, all I realize That it will come back to me the day our father dies His burning eyes would stare at you, I was born a masochist

toll So practice what you preach Practice what you preach, preach Practice what you preach Practice what you preach, preach Practice what you preach Do you think your life's so grad You

feel Searching for answers to make life complete No need to search for more questions, they're for you to see The wars that we must fight, you dodge the draft before you

bridge toll So practice what you preach Practice what you preach Preach Practice what you preach Practice what you preach Preach Practice what you preach You think your life's so grand You

me what this place was meant to be Can you see? Can you see what it does to me? Can you hear? Can you red? Can you see what it did to me! Totalitarians

: [Testament/Billy, Skolnick, Peterson] All that can escape me, all I realise That it will come back to me the day father dies. His burning eyes would

the night, soon the children pray Pray themselves alone, te hate build from their pride You can't take away, can't take what they own! The eyes watching

practice what you preach! Practice what you preach! Preach! Practice what you preach! Practice what you preach! Preach! Practice what you preach! You think your life's so grad You

: [Testament] [Instrumental]