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I saw your rope and held out a hope |
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that you'd try and lasso me. |
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I bore the thought if you pulled me taught |
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I'd never want setting free. |
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The heat haze of history |
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can't distort or dissolve |
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the falcons above. |
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They're memories of what I once was. |
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The memories of what I once was. |
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You showed me off like a trophy shot |
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with a forty four caliber kiss. |
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And now every drink you buy holds the stink |
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of the wasted youth that I miss. |
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The sandstorms of time |
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can't bury or blind |
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the falcons above. |
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They're memories of what I once was. |
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The memories of what I once was. |
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Am I better or am I worse? |
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Is freedom blessed or is it a curse?. |
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Each turn breeds guilt. |
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Decisions made |
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and blood is spilt. |
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It's kill or be killed. |
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The heat haze of history |
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can't distort or dissolve |
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the falcons above. |
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They're memories of what I once was. |
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The memories of what I once was |
