July Crisis
1914
You got something on your mindA place you miss a place you left behindYou think of all the dreams you killedAn empty hole in every heart to fillSo the sound of drums, the sound of warning bellsYour head's right here your mind is somewhere elseTake all, catchin, the chance she burnedIt all comes down to what you've doneShe never said that she was someone elseAnd now you're on a sinking shipShe didn't stand some punches along the tripAnd what's the price you're gonna pay tonightAn argument that turned into a fightSo the sound of drums, the sound of warning bellsYour head's right here your mind is somewhere elseSo they go, you turn, the chance she burnedYou're wondering what the hell you've doneCus what's the point when she is somewhere elseAnd the memoriesAnd all the historiesAnd the things you left behindAnd its so quiet hereIt's all coming back to me
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