I found the binding of the yoke
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That connects us here, in this herd of hope
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Escort me to your kingdom come
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From the gallows' hold, and the things we've done
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You stole so much, so much at times
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Just being bad, like the books we read
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The helplessness that you played upon
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Was just tenderness, to disarm
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She ushered in love, but it drove you mad
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Not to have everything of your envisioning
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She wandered in on the peace you lacked
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Yeah and you're losing still, that life you could've had
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Tell that story one more time for me
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Of the baited fields just for the taking dear
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Where you heard the hunter's call
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But your discipline kept you from the fall
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But oh, to hold that tenderness in these grubby hands
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I'd shoot anything
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And you laughed at me, but you know I'm right
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So why do you claim the strength to put up a fight
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And you hold your nightmares close from view
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The horses going wild, under a breaking moon
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There's no way the bridle ever fits the bride
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Yeah, and the weight of it, that's why we're here
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Yoke
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