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Leave the walls to me
Leave the lathe of borrowed time, leave my barren youth behind. Trade my solace for the coal and in the ashes hope behold.
Take these rhymes and heart of mine and barter for the sands of time. Stake my head and make it known, that you reap what you’ve sown.
So leave the floor, its done its best, leave the door, give it a rest. But as for the cage that torments me… leave the walls to me.
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