| First sworn miles met with oaths to more yet
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| Forever named, each step introduces the next
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| And how nothing is that is not both
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| Kiss and maim, reap and sow
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| This began long before I’d known
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| I killed what I called home
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| To make damn clear that I was worth my words
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| And that they are something living
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| Not just scratches on a page
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| Not just promises made
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| They are the beast that I ride
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| Number of times I tried to tell them
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| Number of times
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| I saw the fear in their eyes
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| Number of times
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| I swore before great sights
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| The heights I’d climb, climb
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| Number of times I washed my hands of that evil, evil, evil
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| Number of times
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| I’ve said this all before
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| I killed what I called home
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| To make damn clear that I was worth my words
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| And that they are something living
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| Not just scratches on a page
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| Not just promises made
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| They are the beast that I ride
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| Old blood in new veins
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| Ooh, it’s sick if it stays
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| Where it no longer lives
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| Oh, how it fights to not die
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| But it did and so it needs to
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| Motionless in sky, emotionless, it hides
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| And I ain’t gonna die like that |