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- SCOUNDREL DAYS
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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
- Cut my wrist on a bad thought
- And head for the door
- Outside on the pavement
- The dark makes no noise
- I can feel the sweat on my lips
- 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 belive through the lies and the hating
- That love goes free
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- 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 pull a little weight
- They forgive anything but greatness
- These are scoundrel days
- And I'm close to calling out their names
- As pride hits my face
- Woah!
- See...as our lives are in the making:
- We believe through their lies and the hating
- That love goes free through scoundrel days
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- I reach the edge of town
- I've got blood in my hair
- Their hands touch my body
- From everywhere
- But 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 through
- Through scoundrel days