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 Winter
 
 The yellow sun
  it took the hand
 Of  country boy
 To a city  a far-off land
 
 We  no mark
  shadow at all
 On the  holy streets
 Where I learned to 
 
 The broken  the bruised
 The young  the used
 The sure and 
 All here
 
  will then land on me
 Then abandon me
 Mangle, untangle me
 Leave me  the floor
  they sprang in me
 Summer  in me
 But  sings in me no more
 
 Now I'm twenty-five
 And trying to stay 
 In a  of the world
 With no  enemies to fight
 
  hot as hell
 We're like  on toast
 But there's no army in  world
  can fight a ghost
 
 The broken and the 
 The young and the 
  sure and confused
 All here
 
 Words will then  on me
 Then abandon me
 Leave me stranded
 In guard  the door
  began in me
 Summer sang  me
 But summer  in me no more
 
 Listening to the 
 The strangers
 The  of the foreign grave
 Listening to  thunder
 The sky is 
 Stretched over everyone
 Listening to  tales
 The child sings
 That goes for days and 
 Listening to  calls
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
  was born a son
 And on that day  knew
 I could kill
 
 To  the ones
  put bullets in guns
 Or anything it 
 To  a life until it's still