: I was told when I was young, That I could one day hold the world right as it spun, But now it seems as though I've made a mess of everything I've ever
: A notion cold as the night air Starts within in my head Spreads like ink right through my veins All of our kings are dead I am not a scholar and I
: Every hour is a season Every season is a day So I sit here picking stitches 'Cos I find comfort in decay How I long to fill my lungs Tell me how
: It's 20 below But I don't feel the cold any more Though the elements conspire To drain me of desire I move on I don't know where I've been Much less
: I see the vultures over head (over head) They're circling for the waking dead (waking dead) Walking the line Mile after mile Seems so much further
: I'm always on the run From all the things I've never done But I can never escape Fluid in my lungs I've been treading water for so long You burn
: When I was a kid I filled bottles with messages of hope now we kept clutching broken glass cause all my questions have been answered by a flood even
: A continent of doubt weighs heavy on mind, how long can my brittle bones bend, before they yield and snap? I don't wanna know, 'cause i'm so scared
: Balanced, on the edge of a knife, in love with the night, so I?ll ignore the cracks in the ice, and i'll raise my glass, sing a song to the end
: Shadow I cast, well, it weighs more than my soul. And it's the only proof that I am here at all. I will comfortably invite you if you promise to accept
: I walk these streets with bloodied hands Looking for the peace I've lost Buried in the sand we live our lives On front lines We are all at war with
: Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to lament the loss of honesty to the art of saving face of vanity and opacity a generation lost beneath
: Every night I hold a vigil, Is another spent in vain, I never thought I'd find religion, baby, Oh god, save me from this pain I want to sleep, but
: I carry my mistakes And she carries them too When all I see are bruises black She shows me the blue I remember the tears in the morning The dread
: Seems I'm exposed, Split in two a fault line cut right through me, Between my heart and my feet, There's an apathy that I can't find my way around
: Get out your guns it's time to start a fight Whoa, and it won't take too long I want to make it right Just tell me that you feel the call It's so wonderful
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're here- And you're there Well there's guys like you just everywhere Looking back on the good old days? Well this young gun says CAUTION PAYS! Chorus: Young Guns
