| I’m walkin to the other side
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| With the devil tryin to take my mind
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| And my soul’s just a silhouette
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| In the ashes of a cigarette
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| Illusions never fake their lies
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| Trick cards fool the eye
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| Carry zeros over till they add up
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| Bury tears in the chapters you shut
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| Sometimes the jail can’t chain the cell
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| And the rain’s too plain to tell
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| All alone by a barren well
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| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself
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| I’ve been diggin the ground
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| Thru the dust and the clouds
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| I see miles and miles
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| And the junkyard piles
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| I wanted hope from a grave
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| I wanted strength from a slave
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| What gives you comfort now
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| Might be the end of you then
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| Crows are pullin at my clothes
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| The wind got my fingers froze
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| Standing all day keepin watch
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| Over all the treasures we lost
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| Sometimes the jail can’t chain the cell
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| And the rain’s too plain to tell
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| All alone by a barren well
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| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself |