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Heart full of wires, all dirty hangers |
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Brought up the violence hard in the town |
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Indigo stays, I submit to no one and no one around |
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We will make our debt |
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You want to mock a hard wife |
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She will never raise back the boy who's knocked his covered eye |
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The blood becomes all |
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Letter impulsive |
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The thought becomes cold |
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I don't know why they're alive |
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Who is to say that life is unfair |
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From silence to twirls in the sky |
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Here musical maze |
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You walked among this heart of wires |
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Dear memories back, the boy who's not disculpified |
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I won't come back here |
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But I will come after you |
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I won't come back here |
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I won't come back here |
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But I will come after you |
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I won't come back here |
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Hard from behind these wires |
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Rises over the flood |
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Into their days our fellows are stoned |
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The silence of innocent times |
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Here musical maze |
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You walked among these hardwires |
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He's the prisoner boy |
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Bring him back to me alive |
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Here an umbilical stage |
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He stocks among this heart of wires |
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Still memory is back |
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From the war, his mind has come alive |
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I won't come back here |
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But I will come after you |
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I won't come back here |
