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Here at the end, pathetic again But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind Shackle the wind and I'll see you again When I ain't got nothing to prove. Shackle the wind and I'll see you again When I ain't got nothing to prove. Indian dreams and debutante summers I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies You took advantage of a splintered filled victory While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes [Chorus] Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families Victim of alleyways born, still born [Chorus x2] Here at the end, pathetic again But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line From Letras Mania