Capo 3.
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said you didn't need no horses on the ground
no satellite to trace his little head
i stopped for a drink then i left without a sound
but the stories they followed me^
someone stole the right words
to try and frighten me
come down i am sure, sure of who i am
'cause the chorus is my sword
and the lighting's in my hair
the seasons i recall
are the ones that i have shared
there's violence in my heart
and i guess i had..
through the milano storms and the blossoms through the week
i saw this battle born, i was holding you in the street
ended by my house, 'cause a red light's warm indeed
and these men about will be shouting out to me
said you wanted more than stories in the sand
no heavy bellied caution around your neck
you loaded up the sick and cut your mother's hand
scraped and washed her clean
someone stole the songbird
and tore its book from me
come down i am sure, sure of who i am
'cause the chorus is my sword
and the lighting's in my hair
the seasons i recall
are the ones that i have shared
there's violence in my heart
and i guess i had..