lay down upon this hospital bed
I'll stay with you here I see a few
My hands can't stop the bleeding now
The wounds are too severe
Left us here with no answer
The air left your lungs too
Then you died in the cold of November
Meet me where the wind's at
and our shadows talk back
Good boys don't talk back now
Save me tonight from all the ash and debris
It's just too late for me
you just couldn't protect me
Meet me where the willows hide
and our shadows talk back
Good boys don't talk back now
Meet me with the other kids
the black shitted old cigarettes
we never paint our lives in red
but we're never gonna listen
Meet me where the willows hide
and our shadows talk back
Your poor souls talk back now
Meet me with the other kids,
meet me with the other kids
Thinking about this world
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