| Used to be a gunner type that hides behind a door
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| Picks up pieces that are left there on the shore
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| Used to be a runner that would awol any war
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| Leave dead the promises before I heard the roar
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| Cause there was a time when I was dust and bones
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| I’d get into the fiercest fire you’ll ever know
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| There was a time when I was dust and bones
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| I’d get into the deepest hole you’ll ever know
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| Used to be a glimmer, up on top the beach and rock
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| Cold hard killer, barren face out in the fog
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| Used to be the figure that would hide beneath the docks
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| Back lane slitter, clean, done, broken and forgot
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| Cause there was a time when I was dust and bones
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| I’d get into the fiercest fire you’ll ever know
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| There was a time when I was dust and bones
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| I’d get into the deepest hole you’ll ever know
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| I have
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| I have
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| I have
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| I have
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| I’ve heard that you’ve blown in
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| But you won’t kick the shit out of my dreams
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| Until I go under
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| Cause I’ve been feeling this old higher love
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| That sits in the middle above
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| Cause I’ve been feeling this old higher love
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| That sits in the middle above
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| I said a line about dust and bones
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| From a book about the deepest tale you’ll ever know |