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I found the binding of the yoke |
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That connects us here, in this herd of hope |
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Escort me to your kingdom come |
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From the gallows' hold, and the things we've done |
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You stole so much, so much at times |
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Just being bad, like the books we read |
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The helplessness that you played upon |
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Was just tenderness, to disarm |
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She ushered in love, but it drove you mad |
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Not to have everything of your envisioning |
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She wandered in on the peace you lacked |
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Yeah and you're losing still, that life you could've had |
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Tell that story one more time for me |
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Of the baited fields just for the taking dear |
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Where you heard the hunter's call |
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But your discipline kept you from the fall |
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But oh, to hold that tenderness in these grubby hands |
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I'd shoot anything |
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And you laughed at me, but you know |
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I'm rightSo why do you claim the strength to put up a fight |
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And you hold your nightmares close from view |
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The horses going wild, under a breaking moon |
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There's no way the bridle ever fits the bride |
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Yeah, and the weight of it, that's why we're here |
