The Quiet Ones / Walking With Giants
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Verse 1
He sat in the corner
Played with knives
Like slow torture
And the story of our lives
Always looking back over
The tiny little details
Like a broken soldier
Trying to figure out where the weakest point will fail
Verse 2
A background check
On the state of your mind
The batter’s on deck
Left-handed pitcher unwinds
Gradually, then all of a sudden
The preacher said We all got to pray
Like a cold baker’s oven
Full of Tuesday’s old bread, nobody’s hungry today
Ramp
You are only as strong
As the wind you walk into
I know it won’t be long
Before they blame it all on you
Chorus
The only thing that I have left
Is her Saint Christopher
And the sun
Somebody should have told me
I was walking with giants
Now I watch out for the quiet ones
M8
You know I can’t
Bring her back
I will tell myself a lie
I really don’t believe
But maybe one day
I will see her on the other side
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