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Lyrics for 'History To The Defeated' by 'Weakerthans'
There's Blood In The Sink, And He's Plunging His Wrists In.
A Hangover Halo Is Washing Away.
Mechanic-school Dropout Stares Into The Mirror,
Stands Up In His Derelict Daydreams.
Always Too Tall,
Always Walked Around Wearing A Smile That Was Never Quite Sure Of Itself.
Planning A Future Of Failures Inflicted In Phone Calls
From Strip Clubs And Bail Bonds.
Don't Give Me That Look,
I Looked Harder Than Most Did,
Let Details Like Sharp Nails Punch Holes In My Shoes.
Soft-traced To Frown As I Put The Receiver Down.
Where Do I Go For A Pardon?
There's A Light Left On.
There's A Pace To Our Direction.
There's A Movie-still Of A Heart I'd Like To Mention.
We're Listing What's Left: A Signed Slayer T-shirt,
A Car Up On Blocks In His Mother's Back Yard.
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