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Lamb Of God - Broken Hands |
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Bled of all you had to lose. |
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I can feel your fear and weakness, |
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I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes. |
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Caught into a corner, hopeless. |
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Near death ahead, and you behind. |
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There's a bad storm blowing in, |
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And most of us won't make it. |
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The wreckage of your past |
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Means nothing now forsake it. |
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The memories cripple you. |
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You're torn apart, your dumb mistake. |
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It only fell apart 'cause you let it. |
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Bled of all you had to lose, |
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Pick up the pieces with your broken hands. |
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It only fell apart 'cause you let it. |
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Bled of all you had to lose, |
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Pick up the pieces with your broken hands. |
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Well there's those that do, |
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And those that just do talkin'. |
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We're all going through hell, |
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It's burn or keep on walkin'. |
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The bigots sink their ships |
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And fuel death riding the wind. |
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Right now it's do or die. |
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How will you choose to live? |
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The memories that ruined you. |
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You're torn apart your dumb mistake. |
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It only fell apart 'cause you let it. |
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Bled of all you had to lose, |
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Pick up the pieces with your broken hands. |
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It only fell apart 'cause you let it. |
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Bled of all you had to lose, |
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Pick up the pieces with your broken hands. |
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You'd best release self pity |
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Locked in devastation's throes. |
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The noose awaits you swinging, |
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A blade of malice cuts the rope. |
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Hostility ensues. |
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No attempt to repent. |
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Your struggles vindicate |
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The illest of intent. |
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It only fell apart 'cause you let it. |
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Bled of all you had to lose, |
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Pick up the pieces with your broken hands. |
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It only fell apart 'cause you let it. |
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Bled of all you had to lose, |
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Pick up the pieces with your broken hands. |
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With your broken hands. |
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