The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored
Though we might have precious little It's still precious I like that song about this wonderful world It's got a sunny point of view And sometimes I feel
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Whoa, whoa If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron
As the waves crash in on the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east The wave tops torn to a flying spindrift, spindrift As the waves crash
The best we can agree on Is it could have been worse What happened to your old Benevolent universe? You know the one with stars That revolve around you
Now it's come to this It's like we're back in the dark ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a world of superstition Now it's come to this
How many times Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings
Driving 'way to the east and into the past History recedes in my rear view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at
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Possessed by the pawn, affect a secret smile Challenge your poison, your vigor is my trial Weary when you wait, executive degree Process to restrain the
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won't let him pass.Call me up in the dead of night;Take it upon myself to make things right this time.I'll shoot it down with my bow and arrow.No more
infection, Two faces yet you see one. Hey, shoot the arrows, As I turn and go, Know one day when most of us are gone, Shoot the arrows, Holding on to
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows Slings and arrows, slings and arrows No chance for a second chance When the arrows start to fly No way is an easy
Stay as still as You think you should be Your stolen memories Will find you In the last place You would think to look All the time that it took to locate
Arrows turned inward are good for the soul I have a thing about arrows And diamonds and coal Pressure turning carbon to jewels Slowly they aim at my
your eyes Make us rise to make us say Down and alone, arrows fly breaking on my soul Down and alone, arrows fly I remember times when arrows hit me