Scoundrel Days Lyrics

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Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy
pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door

Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight...
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See...as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
scoundrel days

I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days

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Was that somebody screaming...  
It wasn't me for sure  
I lift my head up from uneasy  
pillows  
Put my feet on the floor  
Cut my wrist on a bad thought  
And head for the door  
  
Outside on the pavement  
The dark makes no noise  
I can feel the sweat on my lips  
Leaking into my mouth  
I'm heading out for the steep hills  
They're leaving me no choice  
  
And see...as our lives are in the making  
We believe through the lies and the hating  
That love goes free  
  
For want of an option  
I run the wind 'round  
I dream pictures of houses burning  
Never knowing nothing else to do  
With death comes the morning  
Unannounced and new  
  
Was it too much to ask for  
To pull a little weight...  
They forgive anything but greatness  
These are scoundrel days  
And I'm close to calling out their names  
As pride hits my face  
See...as our lives are in the making  
We believe through their lies and the hating  
That love goes free through  
scoundrel days  
  
I reach the edge of town  
I've got blood in my hair  
Their hands touch my body  
From everywhere  
But I know that I've made it  
As I run into the air  
  
And see...as our lives are in the making  
We believe through the lies and the hating  
That love goes free  
Through scoundrel days

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