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Here at the end, pathetic again
But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line
Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya
When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind
Shackle the wind and I'll see you again
When I ain't got nothing to prove.
Shackle the wind and I'll see you again
When I ain't got nothing to prove.
Indian dreams and debutante summers
I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies
You took advantage of a splintered filled victory
While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes
Chorus
Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm
A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm
Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families
Victim of alleyways born, still born
Chorus x2
Here at the end, pathetic again
But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line