My feet plow on
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From light to dawn
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My empty belly in my body aches
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Ain't hard to take
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Next to the weight I carry in my chest
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A pound of flesh
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Could never tip the scale that I've made
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I should have stayed
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But I was never [?]
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I hear your voices in the wind that cuts the night
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And I pray to whatever is listening things'll be all right
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All my bolder life
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Your heart still beating
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So don't you mind, don't you mind
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We all trip sometimes
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I can still hear your feet as you ran from the house
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Knowing you won't be back
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Doesn't mean that I will stop waiting
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(You) told me then, hold me down, hold me up to the fire
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(but?) don't you dare hold me back
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Whoaa¢æ|
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I see your faces in the clouds that scar the night
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And I pray to whoever is listening things'll be all right
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Then today I wake up feeling easy
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And find I'm on the more familiar roads
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I got a darkness wrapped inside me
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But now it ain't so hard to let it go
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So keep a candle burning in the window
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I'm almost home
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A Pound Of Flesh
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| Radical Face |
