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I can walk the bed of nails
I’m not the only one
But some, they cannot walk the jagged line
Callous, concentrating
For nails are sharp as lies
I run the jagged line
From years and years of practice
I know just how to stand
Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand
Prepared with boards and hammers
And several bags of nails
I could build a wall to lean on
Roof above my mind
I can see you’ve got your own plans
Please don’t drive your nails into this heart of mine
I can walk the bed of nails
Grin and bear the pain
But some, they cannot deal with all these things
Always sacrificing
For lies are sharp as nails
And all the pain it brings
Sometimes I just pretend that all the lies are true
And I know I might depend on you
But if my concentration breaks
I’m washed away with pain
And then my feet begin to bleed upon my only bed of nails
And I’m stuck here in the middle of a sea of lies
Inside my bed of nails
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Warehouse: Songs & Stories - 1987 |
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