| I remember your eyes from the 12th of July
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| When the sirens were screamin' and the flames lit the sky
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| And you held me so tight, thought you’d never let go
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| 'Til the bullets exploded on the pavement below
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| And I laid you down next to a burnt out car
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| Screamed out for help but you were gone too far
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| Still got that picture of you locked away from the start
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| Developing inside my fanatic heart
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| I went around in a daze for a couple of years
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| With the blood in my veins frozen over with tears
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| And I did anything that they asked me to do
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| 'Cause all I could see was that picture of you
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| And the young ones passin' by’d say, «how's about you — real hard man»
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| Deep down inside I was just a castle of sand
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| Still had that picture of you locked away from the start
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| Developing inside my fanatic heart
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| Then they took me inside, threw me up against a wall
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| They put electric prods on my chest and my balls
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| And they told me to sign things that I knew weren’t true
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| And in the end I did what they told me to do
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| Then they locked me up and threw away the key
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| And left me there with just your memory
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| Now I walk through New York like a grey silhouette
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| Tryin' hard to remember what I’m supposed to forget
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| That look in your eyes on the 12th of July
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| When the sirens were screamin' and the flames lit the sky
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| Hey I sleep with other women and I hold them through the night
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| 'Cause all I want to do is just get on with my life
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| But that picture of you won’t let me make a new start
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| It’s frozen inside my fanatic heart |