When faced with a fall
We'll always flinch
What use reacting to
We as beasts of burden take the fall
Though they'll break
We're free to do exactly what we're told
We're free to
Face full of sun
And we run 'til we lose our
How much in blood?
How much in gold?
What volume of tears
Here we stand alone again
Divided by the same old men
Hands
When people ask me I always say
That targeted assassination is
And thanks for branding me a failure
And for destroying what
When solace finds you
Knock at my door
We'll talk till dawn
We'll
I was trying to talk to you
But you couldn't hear
And
Flowers for you yet again
And the tear stained cheeks never
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