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And I can't help but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride, these are triggered cries
I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves into
In the trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In the trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun
Mind is willing
Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the jar into the fire
Mind is willing
Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the jar into the fire
Anything to
Bring it on home
(x4)
Flesh too weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from what's below
Flesh too weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from what's below
Raise the anchor
Bring it on home
(x4)
In the trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun
Bring it on home