| Your mother’s milk
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| Your father’s anger
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| The razor wire surrounding him
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| And far below
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| Their droning engines
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| You lay in bed
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| Blowing out stars
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| The masters of
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| Your lonely kingdom
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| Pulled you along
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| With red-rimmed eyes
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| Through endless hours
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| Of drill and harness
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| Until you fell, surrendering
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| But still they never laid the gun down, only child
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| They sit like lions in a sunbeam, only child
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| And never came down
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| Remember all
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| The roads descending
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| To who you were, for blurred-out miles?
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| You smolder now
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| Coals and embers
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| Under the frost of indolence
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| I see you never lay the gun down, only child
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| You live your life behind a window, only child
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| And as you barrel down a bloodline, only child
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| Rise in the air over the mountains
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| Run like the days that cut them down
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| I see you now
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| As you relive them
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| Break like a wave, dissembling
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| But when you’re lying down among them, only child
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| There is no sound to fill the silence, only child. |
| Forgive them
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| When you lay the gun down, only child, it’s not surrendering--
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| Only you know how |