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 Winter
 
 The yellow sun
 Well, it  the hand
 Of  country boy
 To a  in a far-off land
 
 We made no 
 No shadow at 
 On  ancient, holy streets
 Where I learned to 
 
 The broken and  bruised
 The  and the used
 The sure  confused
 All here
 
 Words will then land  me
 Then abandon me
 Mangle, untangle me
  me on the floor
 Rhymes, they sprang in 
 Summer  in me
 But summer sings in me  more
 
 Now I'm twenty-five
 And trying  stay alive
 In a  of the world
 With  clear enemies to fight
 
 It's hot  hell
 We're like  on toast
 But there's no army in this 
 That  fight a ghost
 
 The broken and  bruised
 The  and the used
 The  and confused
 All here
 
 Words  then land on me
 Then abandon me
 Leave me stranded
  guard of the door
 Rhymes began in 
 Summer sang in 
 But summer sings in  no more
 
 Listening  the cries
 The strangers
 The silence of the  grave
 Listening  the thunder
 The  is strange
 Stretched over everyone
 Listening to the 
 The child sings
 That goes  days and days
 Listening to the 
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
 I  born a son
 And on that day  knew
 I could kill
 
 To protect the 
 We put  in guns
 Or anything  takes
  take a life until it's still