Bruised Orange Chain Of Sorrow

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[Verse 1]

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My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
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Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
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On a cold winter's morning to a church house
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Just to shovel some snow

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I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' under
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An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
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Just from walking with his back turned to the train
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That was coming so slow


[Chorus]

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You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
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Throw you hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
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But it don't do no good to get angry
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So help me I know
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For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
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You become your own prisoner
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As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
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Of your very own chain of sorrow


[Verse 2]

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I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
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I sat on the park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
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And my head shouted down to my heart:
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"You better look out below"

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Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
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From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
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And you carry those bruises to remind you
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Wherever you go


[Chorus]

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You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
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Throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
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But it don't do no good to get angry
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So help me I know
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For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
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You become your own prisoner
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As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
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Of your very own chain of sorrow


[Instrumental]

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[Ending]

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My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
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Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
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On a cold winter's morning to a church house
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Just to shovel some snow