August
27 September 2008
Their marks in the pavement You've walked this route too many times
There is nothing you can say Sorry doesnt cut it, babe Take the hint and walk away Cause I'm gone Doesnt matter what you do Its what you did that's hurting you All I needed was the truth Now I'm gone
Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
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