Artist: Nights Like These
Song: Head Of Medusa

Replay murdered history in front of me.
They can only see me as a child.
I haven’t been there in years.
Home is so far from me now that these hands hold me under.
I’m disappearing into the walls that surround me.
I can’t give what I don’t have.
So I walk this lonesome road hand in hand.
With my ghost hand in hand.

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