Our fingers are missing
They litter the ground
Grass will never grow near this town, again
The frames on the walls
Are crooked and empty
Our shoulders bend low towards the dirt
I made a deal to get us out of this place
But I am falling apart
With each step that I take
And as the pieces fall
I collect them all
They litter the ground
Grass will never grow near this town, again
The frames on the walls
Are crooked and empty
Our shoulders bend low towards the dirt
I made a deal to get us out of this place
But I am falling apart
With each step that I take
And as the pieces fall
I collect them all
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