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Lyrics:
Here at the end, pathetic again But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind
Shackle the wind and I'll see you again When I ain't got nothing to prove. Shackle the wind and I'll see you again When I ain't got nothing to prove.
Indian dreams and debutante summers I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies You took advantage of a splintered filled victory While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes
[Chorus]
Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families Victim of alleyways born, still born
[Chorus x2]
Here at the end, pathetic again But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line
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