Из альбома: Hymns for a Dark Horse

Were comin out again, comin right out with our swords,
With a swing and a miss, and a belly full of bricks,
We lay heavy on the Earth, tethered to our words,
And try so hard not to stutter, though I dont know what for
And each one has eyes in the honest places,
But will turn wonder into weeds

Stab me in the back

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