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With her wild and wicked talk.
They hanged her by the river
Where so many times she wandered
And left her children motherless
In sorrow and in shock.
no one asks to many questions like that since you left this town

And tomorrow brings another train
Another young brave steals away
But you're
no one asks to many questions like that since you left this town

And tomorrow brings another train
Another young brave steals away
But you're
no one asks to many questions like that since you left this town

And tomorrow brings another train
Another young brave steals away
But you're
no one asks to many questions like that since you left this town

And tomorrow brings another train
Another young brave steals away
But you're
Sleep all day, crush mice by night
More civilized if you ask me
Sidewind
Refine
Survive
What's left behind
Wake up in the bushes
Brush the crust out of my
he wouldn't harm a fly
He froze in the south end alley
Behind a gin mill left to die
And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun
conquered by the serpent
Why did you disobey the first commandment
Walk through the valley I feel no pestilence
God is my witness and he is my evidence
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
To close
neck twisted and broken
Abdominal lacerations
Blood pouring from
Abrasions

Control of the mind
feelings left behind
dreaming inner hate
I create
one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
To close
Fruitless worth; Presenting one another to the
Cords are Cord, all left
Broken, Dying, rediscovered of the
Locked inside the Door that turned round,
the mornings of the interest shown,
Presenting one another to the cord)
Cords are broken
(All left dying, rediscovered
Of the door that turned round)
Locked
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A generation lost, four deadly years
Families left behind to a life of grieving
Ten million graves to be left untended
Nothing anymore left to believe in
again you leave your thoughts behind as you travel
Down onto the floor of the valley and its open space
Now you can sense something behind you, and your
one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;

All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
conquered by the serpent
Why did you disobey the first commandment
Walk through the valley I feel no pestilence
God is my witness and he is my evidence
the way 
All the families and homes that I've left behind 
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time 
I say, "You take your road
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on

Yea as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death
We shall fear no evil
For we are the most evil
mind
I stare around in wonder
Have I left my life behind

I catch the scent of ambergris
And turn my head, surprised
My gaze is caught and held
one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
To close
my fence down just the other day
Tore up my yard and hauled my lawnmower away
Shot out my windows with the BB gun
A buggsy down the street came by
one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, Locked inside
To close