He stares out the window
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Blank as a canvas
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Made up in the sun light
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And swirling smoke and ash
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He waits for a breath now
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Takin' his time
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He sees an eternity
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In the blink of an eye
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And for him this life is made of time and choices
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An endless blend of vistas
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Pain to pride with memories
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The here and now about to him
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To only serve one purpose
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To keep your peace
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He takes on the world all in a stride
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And your wounds will be scars
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So won't you remember when the night comes
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He will need your open arms
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For to be invincible he needs your love
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He stands in the doorway
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Quiet like yesterday
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With the goddamn thought become a mystery
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And nightmares locked away
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He looks like a gun man
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But his view is much too wide
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For such a solution
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So he fights
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Without a six gun on his side
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And all the while the stars and moon shine brightly
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Outside the desert wails occurs of rage and jealousy
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And yet tomorrow comes along
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And shapes to serve his purpose
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To keep your peace
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He takes on the world all in a stride
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And your wounds will be scars
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So won't you remember when the night comes
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He will need your open arms
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For to be invincible he needs your love
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He takes on the world all in a stride
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And your wounds will be scars
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So won't you remember when the night comes
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He will need your open arms
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For to be invincible he needs your love
|
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He takes on the world all in a stride
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And your wounds will be scars
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So won't you remember when the night comes
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He will need your open arms
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For to be invincible he needs your love
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For to be invincible he needs your love
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The Ballad Of Jeremiah Peacekeeper
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Poets Of The Fall |