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A shattered window, |
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The boy is back she cried. |
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He burned the bed he sleeps in |
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Because we lied to him. |
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And I don't want to be here |
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When he comes back |
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Sweeping up the ashes |
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Of the bride and groom. |
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When he comes back |
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He'll rage against the sky |
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Because he knows that |
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Nothing's true. |
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You've met my uncle |
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He bares the family's scorn. |
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And his adopted son in army |
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Uniform. |
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To be a part of something |
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With the family |
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Burning in the ashes |
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Of the bride and groom. |
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When he comes back |
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He'll rage against the sky |
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Because he knows that |
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Nothing's true. |
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Slashing out the |
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Eyes of horses |
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Over fifteen years. |
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Pushing blindly |
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Dead on course |
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The've got him |
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By his ears. |
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And the blood's just wood. |
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So he hides inside. |
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Like a soldier born |
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To scorch the sky. |
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When he comes back |
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Sweeping up the ashes |
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Of the bride and groom. |
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When he comes back |
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He'll rage against the sky |
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Because he knows that |
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Nothing's true. |