| Skies black, cold and vacant now
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| I sat on the hillside
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| The stars up above me
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| Like pinholes in velvet
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| I listened to the song
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| That I hoped I’d never hear
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| And off behind me
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| Guns snap like insects
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| We’re fighting for causes
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| We don’t really fathom
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| But we’ll charge ahead
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| Bloodied hands feed the flames
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| Their guns all rain down
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| Say your prayers, fall and run
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| This is do or die this time
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| Raise your fist, give 'em hell boys
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| Let’s make them wish they’d never lived
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| My eyes locked with a boy on the other side
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| Hands dropped, he stood defenseless
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| But he wasn’t frightened
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| His face was accepting
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| But I couldn’t pull
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| I couldn’t pull, I couldn’t pull
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| And I could see it clear
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| To fall was not my fear
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| To make one fall was
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| And the chaos returned, I backed into the trees
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| Left my guns on the ground, wiped the mud from my knees
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| And I knew in my heart that my old life was gone
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| That in walking away, my name was undone
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| So I might as well run
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| Parts and bones and strings of secrets cut the ties that bind me
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| I might dream myself as king, but I ain’t made for ruling
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| Just live another day, and I can find another way (3x) |