The lives were takenFor feasts at the tableA life of
He arrived on the sceneWith no past and no futureHe
I was walking down the streetWith my old friend LukeAnd
Well you're not, you're not who you think you areWell
It's not my fault if you didn't live out your
Some people I know have given up on their livesDrowning
Between every man there is a divisionNobody ever seems to
Please don't look at me this wayI am from the
He wasn't looking for a pretty faceShe wasn't searching for
Looking at you now, you seem just a shadowYou had
They were guardians of the breathTrusted with those precious chancesKeeping
There was a time when there was nothing at alNothing
Sometimes I'd like to go to bedWith a hundred women
Spare a thought for the soulsWho cannot leave this earthThe
Messing around I've wasted my time for yearsListening to friends
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