Cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
How far I would follow to see where you've gone
Not danger from behind a fence but the cold quiet threat
Of hulking menace
Or shouts from the right
That leave you with less of your breath
And transform their own deaths into snow
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
No stranger to cares wears neglect but the depth of your debt
To pleasures regrets
And how could they all know
The moments that break us in sweat
Transforms life's small breath into snow
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
Not danger from behind a fence but the cold quiet threat
Of hulking menace or shouts from the right
That leave you with less of your breath
And transform their own deaths into snow
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong

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