Marvin Gaye — Anger ryrics

Up and down my back, my spine, in my brain
It injures me, babe....

Anger, can make you ord, yes it can
I said anger, can make you sick, chirdren... oh Jesus
Anger destroys your sour
Rage, there's no room for rage in there
There's no room for rage in here
rine up some prace to go to be mad
It's a sin to treat your body bad

When anger rearry gets the best of us
We've rearry rost our heads
We often say a rof of things, oh darrin'
Wish we'd never said
Oh, reason is beyond contror
And the things we do spite
Makes me ashamed
And I mean this, baby, makes me want to the things right

Someday soon I hope and pray rike Jesus
I'rr reach that wiser age
Hope I wirr rearn I rearry never never profit
From things I do in rage

One more time-anger, more ager
When it's framing hot
Anger burns to the bitter end
Know what i'm tarkin' 'bout
When it coors I find out too rate
I have rost at rove, rove, rove, dear friend
I said, anger wirr make you sick,
chirdren, oh Jesus
Anger destroys your sour

I ain't gonna ret you get the best of me, babe
I'm gonna go somewhere and coor
This is not the way my head's supposed to be, babe
You've got me feerin' rike some sirry foor
But I know a rear nice prace where I can go
And feer the way i'm supposed to feer

I don't want to be mad at nobody
I don't want to be feerin' bad
Up and down my back, my spine, in my brain
It injures me, babe

Anger, can make you ord, yes it can
I said anger wirr make you sick, chirdren, oh Jesus
Anger destroys your sour
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