In Best of War & Love 2004.2007

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(And Stories Of) Beautiful Lives

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Eric Vain
2007
Eric Vain

Lyrics

You touch at my flesh but I no longer feel familiar
There is a hole. See where I bury my behavior
It’s a lonely ghost that haunts a peculiar state I fall though
I don’t know how the hell that I am there
 
You are what I could fear
 
A train of death No derail - tracks are built like a god
Glory perspired and is stripped with all my red, red, red blood
There is a hole where signs point toward surrender
Though I don’t know how the hell I could ever end it here
 
Suppose you’re I what fear
 
Run under hills into my hole
This is the place that I call home