Skies black, cold and vacant now
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I sat on the hillside
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The stars up above me
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Like pinholes in velvet
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I listened to the song
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That I hoped I'd never hear
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And off behind me
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Guns snap like insects
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We're fighting for causes
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We don't really fathom
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But we'll charge ahead
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Bloodied hands feed the flames
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Their guns all rain down
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Say your prayers, fall and run
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This is do or die this time
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Raise your fist, give 'em hell boys
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Let's make them wish they'd never lived
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My eyes locked with a boy on the other side
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Hands dropped, he stood defenseless
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But he wasn't frightened
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His face was accepting
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But I couldn't pull
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I couldn't pull, I couldn't pull
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And I could see it clear
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To fall was not my fear
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To make one fall was
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And the chaos returned, I backed into the trees
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Left my guns on the ground, wiped the mud from my knees
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And I knew in my heart that my old life was gone
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That in walking away, my name was undone
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So I might as well run
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Parts and bones and strings of secrets cut the ties that bind me
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I might dream myself as king, but I ain't made for ruling
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Just live another day, and I can find another way [3x]
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The Deserter's Song
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Radical Face |