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said you didn't need no horses on the ground no satellite to trace his little head i stopped for a drink then i left without a sound but the stories they followed me someone stole the right words to try and frighten me come down i am sure, sure of who i am 'cause the chorus is my sword and the lightings in my hair the seasons i recall are the ones that i have shared there's violence in my heart and i guess i had.. said you wanted more than stories in the sand no heavy bellied caution around your neck you loaded up the sick and cut your mother's hand scraped and washed her clean someone stole the songbird and tore it's book from me come down i am sure, sure of who i am 'cause the chorus is my sword and the lightings in my hair the seasons i recall are the one's that i have shared there's violence in my heart and i guess i had.. From Letras Mania