These weary bones
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They walk the earth
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I'm thinking of you
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As I unfold my pain
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These cathedrals were built
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Dropping daggers from the bell tower
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Rendering arms immobile
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But still the child's caress
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[Chorus:]
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It's strange, what they've done
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Arranged, every part of it
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They can, I really think it's
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Insane
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Tonight I'm hanging with the clowns
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Playing trombone down by the riverside
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That's where we burn our fire
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Away from this slaughter,
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Away from this sacred slaughter
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Everyone's at ease, Everyone's at ease
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[Chorus]
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These weary bones, weary bones
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They're thinking of you, thinking of you
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I think of you and I know
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I'm just wiping my heels
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Clean
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These weary bones
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They walk the earth
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Thinking of you
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As I unfold my pain
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These cathedrals were built
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Dropping daggers from the bell tower
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Rendering arms immobile
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But still the child's caress
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[Chorus]
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Weary Bones
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| Rusted Root |
