Who knows you best When you carve out the death in your chest? Throw it under your hood My lifes this road which I misunderstood And I got my head on a string When I think of these things How Im always alone And Im never at home Dont fail your truth My grandfather failed Now I drink from his well Gathering sand It forms this earth, yet it slips through our hand Oh so, cest la vie I am yours, you are free And I get my head on a string When I think of these things How Im always alone And Im never at home Dont fail your truth My grandfather failed Now I drink from his well Oh ??? where have youve been? Because Ive been lock in sands Dont fail your truth Oh my grandmother sang me a song And now I carry it on
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