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Atlas Shrugged
04:39
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I'm at the dead-end street
I'm in the darkened alley
It's like it's calling for me
It's like I know it wants me
There's no escape
no escape
When you told me not to be afraid
I smiled at your innocence
When you told me not to be afraid
I said the world is on my shoulders
If I let it fall it might crush us all
I buy human misery
For two new shiny quarters
Ink runs in the rain
My hands are black and stained
There's no escape
no escape
When you told me not to be afraid
I smiled at your innocence
When you told me not to be afraid
I said the world is on my shoulders
If I let it fall it might crush us all
There's no escape,
no escape
When you told me not to be afraid
I smiled at your innocence
When you told me not to be afraid
I said the world is on my shoulders
If I let it fall it might crush us all
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Bullets and stones may break your bones
And names may be tattooed on your skin
They say that all wounds will heal in time
Whether the cause lies without or within
Your body is a road map of all the places you have seen
You should be proud of the fault lines and the ravines
You've been battered and scarred, you’re not afraid to die
But you never let them see you cry
You never let them see you cry
You're flesh and blood, you're skin and bone
But your spine is iron, your will is steel
They say that idle hands are the devil's tools
So you use them to distract yourself from what you feel
Your body is a road map of all the places you have seen
You should be proud of the fault lines and the ravines
You've been battered and scarred, you’re not afraid to die
But you never let them see you cry
You never let them see you cry
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Broken Soldiers
05:38
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When I was bright and new
I volunteered to keep watch over you
and when you sent me far from all I know
I thought of you waiting for me when I get home
if I get home
When it was over you didn't want to play
with the toy soldiers you refuse to put away
I risked my body, I spilled my blood
All I'm asking you is just come pick me up
come pick me up
Now I'm broken and used
I feel forgotten, abandoned and bruised
After all I gave for you, what I endured
You said, I'm sorry, I can't see you anymore
I can't see you
When it was over you didn't want to play
with the toy soldiers you refuse to put away
I risked my body, I spilled my blood
All I'm asking you is just come pick me up
come pick me up
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Jessi Robertson Nashville, Tennessee
Jessi Robertson is a Nashville-based singer/songwriter whose work navigates the boundaries between reality and imagination, and lays bare her own emotional truths.
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