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Album: Live At Halden Prison
Escape, down the narrow tracks with me
Run away from your thievery
Caught up in your own stampede
You threw rocks at dead man's grave
I see you got a lot to prove
I know you make the black shadows move
No medicine will cure your souls ache
'cause your life was her mistake
And she holds regrets in her grave
Your fear is your coarsest curse
Nothing in life can get worse
Now you're burning churches to the ground
Forget all your committed crimes
Way back in another time
You were never really left behind
You're like a stray dog without a home
Wandering down a dusty street
Who would want to wash your feet?
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