歌词
I heard you tellin' lies
I heard you say you weren't born of our blood
I know we're the crooked kind
But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
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Some get dealt simple hands
Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn
But all folks are damaged goods
It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear 'em well
Your blood's a good an ink as any
Go scratch your name into the clouds
And pull 'em all... down
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The thunder plays it's drum
The air is heavy with the smell of storms
And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake
As he laughs himself right back to sleep
And I'm laughin' with him
But I smell their blood
My finger's trace their faces in the wood
I hear their voices somewhere in my bones
I feel them sing along when I'm alone
When I'm not too frightened that is when I know
That I'm here with everyone
They're never truly gone
I know it's everyone
And I hear their songs
Oh, I'm lost with everyone
Shadows dance around the room
I know their names
I carry their blood too
They sing forgotten songs
But I know the words
They've been with me since I was born
As I grew I danced with them too