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Was that somebody screaming

It wasn`t me for sure

I lift my head up from uneasy pillows

Put my feet on the floor

Cut my wrist on a bad thought

And head for the door

Outside on the pavement

The dark makes no noise

I can feel the sweat on my lips

Leaking into my mouth

I`m heading out for the steep hills

They`re leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making:

We belive through the lies and the hating

That love goes free



For want of an option

I run the wind `round

I dream pictures of houses burning

Never knowing nothing else to do

With death comes the morning

Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for

To pull a little weight

They forgive anything but greatness

These are scoundrel days

And I`m close to calling out their names

As pride hits my face

Woah!

See...as our lives are in the making:

We believe through their lies and the hating

That love goes free through scoundrel days



I reach the edge of town

I`ve got blood in my hair

Their hands touch my body

From everywhere

But I know that I`ve made it

As I run into the air

And see...as our lives are in the making:

We believe through the lies and the hating

That love goes through

Through scoundrel days

Was that somebody screaming

It wasn`t me for sure

I lift my head up from uneasy pillows

Put my feet on the floor

Cut my wrist on a bad thought

And head for the door

Outside on the pavement

The dark makes no noise

I can feel the sweat on my lips

Leaking into my mouth

I`m heading out for the steep hills

They`re leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making:

We belive through the lies and the hating

That love goes free



For want of an option

I run the wind `round

I dream pictures of houses burning

Never knowing nothing else to do

With death comes the morning

Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for

To pull a little weight

They forgive anything but greatness

These are scoundrel days

And I`m close to calling out their names

As pride hits my face

Woah!

See...as our lives are in the making:

We believe through their lies and the hating

That love goes free through scoundrel days



I reach the edge of town

I`ve got blood in my hair

Their hands touch my body

From everywhere

But I know that I`ve made it

As I run into the air

And see...as our lives are in the making:

We believe through the lies and the hating

That love goes through

Through scoundrel days

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