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Talking Shadows

from Talking Shadows by OF THE OPERA

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lyrics

A bitter truth;
The world will not stop turning
It waits not for you
Nor will I hear excuses for this anger burning
Deep in your eyes
He laid down the rifle at his feet
And brushed the dirt from his hands on his thighs
He asked me:
"You really want to waste your time doing good, then get stuck in the sky?"
Good luck...

'Cause you don't belong
Anymore than I was born
A wealthy, respected man's son
And you don't have long
By the sound of those drums growing near
They are many and you are one
You are one

Now you, you held the line
It was drawn there deeply down in the dirt
Emblazoned only by the memories of what you left behind
This countryside
It was once a place to raise our young
Now the future site for cowards to dry their eyes

I hit an age in which the chances offered fell to the side
They told me:
"Go learn a trade young man, and hit the ground running. It don't pay to be shy."
So I left home
But when the money won't come
We all start getting hungry
We shed our disguise
I hear the shadows talk
"It's time to learn to get those clean hands dirty. Now we'll meet there tonight."
He said, but...

I know that I don't belong
Even though I wasn't born
A wealthy, respected man's son

Now you, you held the line
It was called out by the voices buried in the dirt
Emblazoned only by the memories of what you left behind
The underside of this city comes into view
Now the future site for cowards to dry their eyes

If this was suppose to be the easiest way
Then why did all those men shout?
If this was suppose to lead to brighter days
Then why'd we have to hide out?

Now I know that I don't belong
Among these men
There's not a single respectable one
Now I know that I don't have long
With the sound of the sirens growing near
They are many and I am one
I am one
I was one
I was...

Now you, you held the line
It was drawn by someone deeply there in the dirt
Emblazoned only by the memories of what they left behind
This country side
It was once a place to keep our young
Now the future site for cowards to dry their eyes
So dry your eyes

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from Talking Shadows, released January 29, 2013

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