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It's seein' that my throat was all torn open
An' I will forever walk.
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That made you tend to leap and run away
Curl up and hide behind your couch
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And it's knowing I'm unshackled
By the broken rusted bonds
And the blood stains that have dried up for some time
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That keeps me walkin' backroads
Thru the rivers and the valleys
That makes me want to nibble on your mind
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It's not the chains nor the clinging ivy
Nor pine coffin planted in that binds me
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Or something that somebody prayed
Because they feared I would rise and start walking
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It's just knowing that the world is always cursing
Not forgivin' when I walk along some railroad track and find
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That they're fleein' from those backroads
From the rivers of my bloodlust
And for hours I will nibble on your mind
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Well I sip some drops of blood back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' neck bone in some train yard
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My lips a rotted, foul mess, and
A bloody-muddy gash across my face
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(My) Dead hands 'round yer neck bone
I knaw-on pieces of your breast and find
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Pieces of you on the back roads
By the rivers in the valleys
Ever smilin' as I nibble on your mind
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