I was born in the state where my mother was raised
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With the children of soldiers, the children of slaves
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And it¡¯s too much to take, the mind how it breaks
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The lessons the stories the shame and the glories and all
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They linger ¡¯round
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Foxes and hounds
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Our souls are bound
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To older ground
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Fell in love with a girl who¡¯s found love before
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In the hands and the hearts of the people she wore
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She¡¯s all that I see, but there¡¯s things in between
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The fractures and fissures of all of the pictures we leave
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They linger ¡¯round
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Foxes and hounds
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They¡¯re with me now
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Can¡¯t lay them down
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And I feel it all around, I¡¯m surrounded
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And I feel it all around, I¡¯m surrounded
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And I feel it all around, I¡¯m surrounded by ghosts
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So we keep them at home, the secrets and bones
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The voices we hear so we¡¯re never alone
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They tease and they taunt, comfort and haunt
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My mother and father and so many I¡¯ll never know
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They linger ¡¯round
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Foxes and hounds
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My hands are bound
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And I feel it all around, I¡¯m surrounded
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And I feel it all around, I¡¯m surrounded
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And I feel it all around, I¡¯m surrounded by ghosts
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Surrounded
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| Delta Rae |
