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spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart can't find no poison, now I've got no cure (the) fangs are stuck inside my skin payne county line watching unjust claims one man's righteousness is another man's long haul, sentence carried out long haul, counting the miles to the four corners of the world spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked apparitions worth their weight in gold scratched in metal, name erodes away hands are scarred, heart is charred burnt though, and ashen trip on fence post line sifting through the remains one man's close pursuit is another man's last chance, make it through the divide last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this black heart, sweeping over the land black heart, crawling its way to the four corners of the world |
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spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart can't find no poison, now I've got no cure (the) fangs are stuck inside my skin payne county line watching unjust claims one man's righteousness is another man's long haul, sentence carried out long haul, counting the miles to the four corners of the world spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked apparitions worth their weight in gold scratched in metal, name erodes away hands are scarred, heart is charred burnt though, and ashen trip on fence post line sifting through the remains one man's close pursuit is another man's last chance, make it through the divide last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this black heart, sweeping over the land black heart, crawling its way to the four corners of the world |
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love the run but not the race all alone in a silent way world drifts in and the world's a stranger in a light, eclipsed and alienated in a time, occupied and invaded can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running in the hills where the tall weed grows hands are tied and won't let go can't escape this place without leaving the world behind in a light, ashamed and humiliated in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth falling through left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading out of time, must decide to fall or run into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen make it right, or fall to the other side where fields are burning from the day you're born you'll always hit the ground running |
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spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart can't find no poison, now I've got no cure (the) fangs are stuck inside my skin payne county line watching unjust claims one man's righteousness is another man's long haul, sentence carried out long haul, counting the miles to the four corners of the world spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked apparitions worth their weight in gold scratched in metal, name erodes away hands are scarred, heart is charred burnt though, and ashen trip on fence post line sifting through the remains one man's close pursuit is another man's last chance, make it through the divide last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this black heart, sweeping over the land black heart, crawling its way to the four corners of the world |
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