Ghosts in their graves are pulling you down
The hadacol caravan is making it's rounds
Clear out your head, the time has come
The fire in the sky has come undone
Don't shoot me down, my love is real
Pull out my pockets, got nothing to steal
Look through the mirror, there's nothing to see
The weight of the world I'm balancing
(Chorus)
Don't you let 'em cut you down, keep your head held high
Rise up with your feet on the ground, dance on through the night
Silver coin flipped to the sky, your fate on either side
Help me if you think you can stumble through this life
Pictures in their frames hang crooked again
Happiness once caught with a camera lens
But, we all know this is game is rigged
There's nothing here that's left to give
Burn all I own, don't mean shit to me
Drop all my troubles down at my feet
Jump on the train, and off I go
Searching for all I don't quite know
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