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Skies black, cold and vacant now |
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I sat on the hillside |
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The stars up above me |
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Like pinholes in velvet |
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I listened to the song |
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That I hoped |
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I'd never hear |
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And off behind me |
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Guns snap like insects |
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We're fighting for causes |
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We don't really fathom |
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But we'll charge ahead |
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Bloodied hands feed the flames |
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Their guns all rain down |
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Say your prayers, fall and run |
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This is do or die this time |
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Raise your fist, give 'em hell boys |
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Let's make them wish they'd never lived |
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My eyes locked with a boy on the other side |
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Hands dropped, he stood defenseless |
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But he wasn't frightened |
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His face was accepting |
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But I couldn't pull |
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I couldn't pull, |
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I couldn't pull |
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And I could see it clear |
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To fall was not my fear |
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To make one fall was |
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And the chaos returned, |
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I backed into the trees |
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Left my guns on the ground, wiped the mud from my knees |
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And I knew in my heart that my old life was gone |
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That in walking away, my name was undone |
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So I might as well run |
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Parts and bones and strings of secrets cut the ties that bind me |
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I might dream myself as king, but |
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I ain't made for ruling |
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Just live another day, and |
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I can find another way |
