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Only the damned live here But together we will persevere

She's checking her pulse for the last time tonight Walks up to the mound, and sees the fear in their eyes

Why can't you just pick up the phone? Don't leave me in eternity alone

And the batter sees the defeat in his eyes And there's no strikes, no outs It's a home run, great job

Oh, let me, let me, let me Sing into the world

I stand at the plate and stare into the pitcher's face And all of a sudden out of my left eye, I see a red hot fireball fly

And they say I overreacted. But I've been waiting for you so long that all my yeast putrefacted

He went where no one went before and shamed the gods right off their throne

There are so many of us So many eyes so many teeth So many limbs So many sharp pointed feathers

The field is green and gray The birds fly low today

On the road again from Breckinridge. On the road again from Baltimore

Theodore Duende here, can you answer my call?

And some people say that a horse can’t play. I dare ‘em to go up against me

So send me up So sound the alarm A ball in my glove Hate in my arm

Everyone I meet gets a piece of me They meet a reflection of the people they've already seen

Through blooddrain, incinerations The mic's ebb and flow What happens in shadows, Townsend knows

It's tough to live forever, seeing faces come and go. Sometimes I forget this isn't normal. I try not to let it get me though

He'll show up late, but there's no escape cuz. Spouting gwisdoms, smoking bad pot

The power's still out, the rain's still pummeling down But the sound isn't loud enough to drown out the past

I thought our love could never die. 'Til you were dragged into the sky