You bet we fight, until pressed against six feet of distance and earth
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Yeah we make mistakes that our fathers have made and my troubles come up from the earth
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My teeth grit, fierce, and I beg you to understand, Grace is my name
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Tongues run amok and fangs will breed on fangs
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So keep your secrets in the mattress and pray that they don't escape
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It's impossible act of building our bridges much faster than they burn
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Stay, because I can't afford the distance shadowing my heart
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And what good is a sinner if we haven't got grace
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Save the son
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My troubles boulevard across the land
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Save the son
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They're keeping secrets in the mattress
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Save the son
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Discard
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Save the son
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I'm trying to keep them right here
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Medic
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Medic
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Medic
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I've given up all my weapons and headed home
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I can see the words inside your silence, but I can't speak about your pain for you
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How long can you burn for anyways
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Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth, hungry
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Staring at the forests of flames and our eyes just talking with the trees
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If we could drift long enough we'll be home
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Sails blown by the fire within pushing me to you
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And you can live inside of me, sewn together
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Breaking, inhaling, growing and breaking again and again
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And you are a part of me
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You are my home and I'm your home but I'm no place you want to be
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So I'm out here again, sparks hid behind my teeth
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I won't say a word for fear of failure spreading
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It takes some of us longer to get to our dead-ends now
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Oh blood-stained with loose living
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Ran through charcoal hearts to make it red
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And we can be on fire again, you and I, you want this
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Well say what you want, say what you mean
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Or we can talk, lung to closed ear
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Head inside a hand turning over again, together
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Cut up with cheap heat running through our veins
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And we can lay brick by broken brick, our ashes pushed in between
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And build this road back home to where we wanna be
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We are not on our own, we are the same
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Let fangs give birth to fangs but I can't walk away
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But I can't walk away
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Let them breed
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David De La Hoz
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| The Chariot |
