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Nowhere to run to when the damage is done
Too late to hesitate
Torrent would then abate
Caught in a moment when it looks like he won
Can't see the saddened face
Putting him back in place
Nothing to answer as they put him on trial
Everything as they said
Kicking him in the head
Lashing that tongue out in the usual style
Until the dam was broke
And he began to choke
Done
Felled by the hand he played
Hit by the ricochet
Done
Caught in the song he sang
Neck in a boomerang
Done
After the goose he chased
Tripped on a loosened lace
Done
Whatever happened to the friendship of men?
Could it have all been talk?
No faith to hold in stock?
How can a good man keep his ugliness in?
Victim of treachery
Witness of travesty
Let him withdraw into a comfortable nod
Hardly is he awake
When his hands start to shake
Next thing you know, he's got his fist up at God
Why did you leave me here?
Why will you not appear?
Done
Felled by the hand he played
Hit by the ricochet
Done
Caught in the song he sang
Neck in a boomerang
Done
After the goose he chased
Tripped on a loosened lace
Done
Done
Felled by the hand he played
Hit by the ricochet
Done
Caught in the song he sang
Neck in a boomerang
Done
After the goose he chased
Tripped on a loosened lace
Done
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| © 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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