Cold Irons Bound

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I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around

Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown

I went to church on Sunday and she passed by

my love for her is taking such a long time to die

I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist

It's almost like, almost like I don't exist

I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

The walls of pride are high and wide,

can't see over to the other side

It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay

It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away

One look at you and I'm out of control

Like the universe has swallowed me whole

I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

There's too many people, too many to recall

I thought some of'm were friends of mine; I was wrong about'm all

Well the road is rocky and the hillside's mud

Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

I found my world, found my world in you

But your love just hasn't proved true

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