You've got your motive, you set the scene
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So how about another taste
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Or would you like to remind me why we're here
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As I walk to the water to cleanse off the blood on my hands
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The weight of this crime leaves a stain in the sand
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I hope new tides come to wash me clean for good
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You know that I fought with many and I won for some
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We stared at ourselves 'til our breaking point
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We wear our bruises like watermarks
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The life and the death of the wild at heart
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This empty bottle, this busted hand
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Highlights mistakes of a broken man
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He won't speak up, no he won't come out of his hole
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We were led to believe that the language of love was god
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So few were forgiven
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I'll lead a march to the wall
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And we'll pull it down
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So we can rebuild it
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I fought with many and I won for some
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We stared at ourselves to our breaking point
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We wear our bruises like watermarks
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The life and the death of the wild at heart
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When was the moment it all fell apart
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With no sign of warning, no raised alarm
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We still wear our bruises, we shows our scars
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Forever the wild at heart
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You know that I fought with many and I won for some
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We started at ourselves 'til our breaking point
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We wear our bruises like watermarks
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The life and the death of the wild at heart
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When was the moment it all fell apart
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With no sign of warning, no raised alarm
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We still wear our bruises, we shows our scars
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Forever the wild at heart
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Wild At Heart
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| Birds Of Tokyo |
