| Schoolyard freaks are freezing
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| Down getting teased again
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| I’m looking back and down and watching it go by
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| Down at the stockyards, cattle screaming
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| The trains squeak by again
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| I can see my breath and I’m so thankful I’m not one of them
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| The sound of the ground freezing is pounding once again
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| It comes with the wind that once wiped off our smiles
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| Alarm clock bells are screaming out the same routine again
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| Scrape open your eyes, rise and fucking shine, 7 AM
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| Sit down, dead weight, and wonder
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| Unsure, unslept, uncovered
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| The new light of dawn discovered by ungrateful eyes
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| Through 5−3 eyes
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| Schoolyard freaks are freezing
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| Pushed to the ground again
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| I’m looking up and west for black to fill the sky
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| The sound of bottles breaking still breaking in my ears
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| They opened just in time to empty out and gouge away the years
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| Sit down, dead weight, and wonder
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| Unsure, unslept, uncovered
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| The new light of dawn discovered by ungrateful eyes
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| Through 5−3 eyes
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| Schoolyard freaks are bleeding
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| Down getting kicked again
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| I can taste the earth and feel it in my eyes
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| The sound of cattle screaming, still screaming in my ears
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| They came in metal coffins, chained me up and hacked me off my years
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| Sit down, dead weight, and wonder
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| Unsure, unslept, uncovered
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| The new light of dawn discovered by ungrateful eyes
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| Through 5−3 eyes |