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S. colvin - j. leventhal



Well we pounded the pavement between

Dotted lines

But we always belonged to the

Fugitive kind

We were never the best but we were

Better than this

To be made to bow down among princes

I got thrown around hallways and

Bedrooms and towns

And you run from that voice and

It drags you around

It dont matter the ruse or the

Weapons we choose

There is only one thing that can free us





Oh so here I am

The lion and the lamb

I was born to be telling this story

I could only be telling this story

I will always be telling this story





Well our father married our

Mother too young

And he took on a world like a

Fortunate son

But in the cellar downstairs waiting

For the bomb scare

He would hide from us under the kitchen

Where she simmered so soft with

Her weapons of tin

And like so many suppers she just

Gave us to him

And he never did guess in her cast

Iron dress

She was burning beyond recognition





Oh its not over yet

I cant forget

I am going to be telling this story

I was born to be telling this story

I will always be telling this story





Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

I gave nobody life, I am nobodys wife

And I seem to be nobodys daughter

So red is the color that I like the best

Its your indian skin and the badge

On my chest

The heat of my pride

The lips of a bride

The sad heart of the truth

And the flag of youth

And blood that is thicker than water





I was made to be telling this story

I was born to be telling this story

I am going to be telling this story

I could only be telling this story

I will always be telling this story

S. colvin - j. leventhal



Well we pounded the pavement between

Dotted lines

But we always belonged to the

Fugitive kind

We were never the best but we were

Better than this

To be made to bow down among princes

I got thrown around hallways and

Bedrooms and towns

And you run from that voice and

It drags you around

It dont matter the ruse or the

Weapons we choose

There is only one thing that can free us





Oh so here I am

The lion and the lamb

I was born to be telling this story

I could only be telling this story

I will always be telling this story





Well our father married our

Mother too young

And he took on a world like a

Fortunate son

But in the cellar downstairs waiting

For the bomb scare

He would hide from us under the kitchen

Where she simmered so soft with

Her weapons of tin

And like so many suppers she just

Gave us to him

And he never did guess in her cast

Iron dress

She was burning beyond recognition





Oh its not over yet

I cant forget

I am going to be telling this story

I was born to be telling this story

I will always be telling this story





Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

I gave nobody life, I am nobodys wife

And I seem to be nobodys daughter

So red is the color that I like the best

Its your indian skin and the badge

On my chest

The heat of my pride

The lips of a bride

The sad heart of the truth

And the flag of youth

And blood that is thicker than water





I was made to be telling this story

I was born to be telling this story

I am going to be telling this story

I could only be telling this story

I will always be telling this story

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