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Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
I cut my wrist on a bad thoughts
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
It's leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see... as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To have a little faith...
They forgive everything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face

And see... as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free

I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Hands touch my body
From everywhere
And I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see... as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

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