they were making available the dreams of the past for a limited time while the supply lasts i got in line and i gave the man my cash
yeah i was buying fake diamonds buying fools gold and i keep them in a sack shot full of holes in this land of plenty with an empty soul
no mountain too high there's no ocean too deep no castle too strong there's no lock that'll keep no river too wide there's no desert too broad no stone you can't break no heart that's too hard
from parting shots to parting the seas from stabs in the back to turning the cheek opening cells and throwing away the key
and i distinguish a voice that i hear in the wind like a radio station not quite locked in
once a whisper now as loud as a scream
you're the judge and you're the law the criminal in place of us all father and mother sister and brother and friend
you say give me your sickness give me your pain your empty cup and i'll fill it again why on earth are you digging your own grave
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