Here at the end, pathetic again
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But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line
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Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya
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When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind
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Shackle the wind and I'll see you again
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When I ain't got nothing to prove.
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Shackle the wind and I'll see you again
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When I ain't got nothing to prove.
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Indian dreams and debutante summers
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I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies
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You took advantage of a splintered filled victory
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While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes
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[Chorus]
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Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm
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A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm
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Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families
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Victim of alleyways born, still born
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[Chorus x2]
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Here at the end, pathetic again
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But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line
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Shackle The Wind
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Army Of Freshmen |