| Did you fall in love with the cannon’s fire?
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| And the smell of a smoldering world
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| In the bloody sand where lead flies like insects through the air
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| This is just a moment of confusion, birds like a lattice to the sun
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| You calculate the simple execution by the silent run
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| Of the numbers in our blood
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| You don’t have to go through any more changes, it’s all done now
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| You don’t have to break the wild horses that run you and run you down
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| You don’t have to untangle the bells that jingle and chime and charm you
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| You don’t have to change, you don’t have to hold onto your past
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| You don’t have to carry it down this path, it’s all part of the deal
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| In the pitch of the night is a stranger, strange as the shadow by your side
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| It calls to your mind a face you haven’t called upon for years
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| Once you were a magnificent fiend, eyes like electric eels
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| An executioner of the highest degree
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| Here you are family sweet torturer in the arms of the secret world
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| A piano plays to the vague erosion of the day
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| You don’t have to go through any more changes, it’s all done now
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| You don’t have to break the wild horses that run you and run you down
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| You don’t have to untangle the bells that jingle and chime and charm you
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| You don’t have to change, you don’t have to hold onto your past
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| You don’t have to carry it down this path, it’s all part of the deal |