| I’m watching the peaceful stars
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| Their glow has diminished, I think
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| Things are looking awfully grim
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| It starts to rain from the clearest of nights
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| You sorry eyes cut through my heart
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| Flowers feeding from a river of tears
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| Go now mom, let me walk this path
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| I turn my back and for once in my life, I’m alone
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| Barrels filled with fuel and fire
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| Seducing all the staring eyes
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| Becoming a place of gloomy thoughts
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| A young mothers cry passing by
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| It’s been fourteen weeks and 4 nights
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| Since my hands felt loving kindness
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| Those very hands have now forgotten how to pick beautiful red roses
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| The birds sing no song tonight
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| The only stare at me, as if I was one of them
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| I ask you now, carrion crow, am I not?
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| This is no place for dead birds
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| I think of home as it used to be smells of fruit and bread
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| Time has changed, and the bread has moulded
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| I fear the feast of the flawless
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| My gun is cold but pounds through flesh
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| Much like my heart within my chest
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| The day I left I turned to tide
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| Now a victim of a vengeful ride
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| In my dreams I see a madman
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| The man I’m about to become
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| Oh sweet home why did I leave all my friends and foes
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| The piano plays from time to time
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| I wish it was my mom
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| My shy smile and clear blue eyes
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| Judged for the things that I’m not
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| I’ve begun to see the beauty in dead men
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| Their lifes live on in my veins
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| How can it be that I dream no more
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| Have they left me alone
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| I sit in my hole which I dug today
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| Here I leave my waste
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| For once I’m up I got to see
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| The beautiful sunrise in rain
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| I can smell it in the peaceful morning
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| The smell of burned flesh
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| It’s normal now, is that odd?
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| I bet my mom would say yes
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| Come now and take a walk with me
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| Just for a couple of miles
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| And I’ll tell 'bout my dreams
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| Which I no longer have
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| For tomorrow there will be no peace
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| And now is the time
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| No alarm I heard tonight is different from the others
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| Burning bridges to my past
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| I will mourn for you
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| I’ve become the madman
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| The prophet in my dreams |