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Wake
Tied off with a sling Slowing down a stream of red All was torn out of my head Part from these so-called friends They drip me dry of plays on words Can't seem to learn Yes I'm bitter at everyone Livid with everyone She laid down on the line for me So I harken to the healer If you stare into the sun into the sun they're sure to leave Love They love to cut me loose A victims call for truce, again Please make amends Swear swear on your mothers name Wounds to stitch to steal, to close Lets heal and go If we stare into the sun Into the sun they're sure to leave They're sure to leave |