| Dust on my palms
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| He would never be whole again
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| Verses and psalms
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| In a book of bitter men
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| Cracks on my tounge
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| From all these lies and unspoken sins
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| This war was won
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| Long before light even touched my skin
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| Oh if I’d stay we could never get in again
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| Blistered and stained, oh and a hell among a mix of friends
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| The skin of a God
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| Chisels and cracks on a perfect face
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| Something feels odd
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| Burning cold flesh of castaway
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| Tounges made of ash
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| Felt by mouths and was bitten black
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| Safely we ask
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| And tell me oh God should I look back?
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| Oh If I’d stay we could never get in again
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| Blistered and stained, Oh and a hell among a mix of friends
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| Cause I’m in a world no one breathes safe or easy
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| We live or we die for what we have
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| I am a man, my heart will beat regardless
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| Thief in my mouth to steal my brains
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| Lengthen the days
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| Break all the clocks there’s no use for time
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| Dress made of lace
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| Tied around the tree soaked in turpentine
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| Callusing hands
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| Whispering thoughts of a working man
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| These hands don’t shake
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| And hold up these walls just the best we can
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| Oh If I’d stay we could never get in again
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| Blistered and stained, Oh and a hell among a mix of friends
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| Time in a world no one breathes safe and easy
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| We live or we die for what we have
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| I am a man, my heart will beat regardless
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| Thief in my mouth to steal my brains
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| I am a man, my heart we beat regardless
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| Thief in my mouth to steal my brains |