Take away my gun, haul it out,
They can find me, I know I'm done
Take away my pride,
A paper thin hide, a worn diguise,
When they find me, I won't run
I will fall down
On your shoulders, on your shoulders
And we will crawl out, leave disaster
Into darkness
Let me go,
Into sleep my eyelids closed
The roaring and the thunder,
My only living foes
I lie here still,
Restlessly, but silently,
It's all sure to end, but when

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