The headlines in the dailies are the horses in a race
They lead you to believe that life and death are commonplace
Some believe it
And I'm crying again
I heard some good intentions; not all were second-hand
But bravado and pretension will not feed a hungry man
It's been said before
And I'm crying again
Very quietly
The world loses blood overnight
Without a fight
In the morning
The sickness will hide in the light
Out of sight
Running from a world that they will never understand
The masses ride their passions with the throttle in their hands
Nobody knows
What is waiting around the bend
Very quietly
The world loses blood overnight
Without a fight
In the morning
The sickness will hide in the light
Out of sight
Now and then the criminal in my skin lets out a sigh
He'd like to think he's innocent, but he cannot tell a lie
Truth is like a knife
And I'm crying again
-Mark Heard, Stop the Dominoes
They lead you to believe that life and death are commonplace
Some believe it
And I'm crying again
I heard some good intentions; not all were second-hand
But bravado and pretension will not feed a hungry man
It's been said before
And I'm crying again
Very quietly
The world loses blood overnight
Without a fight
In the morning
The sickness will hide in the light
Out of sight
Running from a world that they will never understand
The masses ride their passions with the throttle in their hands
Nobody knows
What is waiting around the bend
Very quietly
The world loses blood overnight
Without a fight
In the morning
The sickness will hide in the light
Out of sight
Now and then the criminal in my skin lets out a sigh
He'd like to think he's innocent, but he cannot tell a lie
Truth is like a knife
And I'm crying again
-Mark Heard, Stop the Dominoes
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