Shadows on the trees, break my bones. My heart on the breeze sinks like a stone I've been here before not with you. I may be a liar I'm one of the few. She triying to take cover on liquid high. Started to drink the water now the well is dry. Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies. Now shout to the night. Don't complain. You speak of your worries, Don't mention my name. I made a deal with a preachers son. to hand in my hours when I'm on the run She trying to take cover on liquid high. Started to drink the water now the well is dry. Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies. The steel is cold against my face. The wind is gone but not out of place. Read me a story. One from the past. I'm headed for glory but I know it wont last. She trying to take cover on liquid high. Started to drink the water now the well is dry. Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies. standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies standing here holding up my hands standing here holding up my hands standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies.

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