Heart full of wires, all dirty hangers
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Brought up the violence hard in the town
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Indigo stays, I submit to no one and no one around
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We will make our debt
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You want to mock a hard wife
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She will never raise back the boy who¡¯s knocked his covered eye
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The blood becomes all
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Letter impulsive
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The thought becomes cold
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I don¡¯t know why they¡¯re alive
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Who is to say that life is unfair
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From silence to twirls in the sky
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Here musical maze
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You walked among this heart of wires
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Dear memories back, the boy who¡¯s not disculpified
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I won¡¯t come back here
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But I will come after you
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I won¡¯t come back here
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I won¡¯t come back here
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But I will come after you
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I won¡¯t come back here
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Hard from behind these wires
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Rises over the flood
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Into their days our fellows are stoned
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The silence of innocent times
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Here musical maze
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You walked among these hardwires
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He¡¯s the prisoner boy
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Bring him back to me alive
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Here an umbilical stage
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He stocks among this heart of wires
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Still memory is back
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From the war, his mind has come alive
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I won¡¯t come back here
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But I will come after you
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I won¡¯t come back here
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Heart Of Wires
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |