On the outside, a beautiful thing
On the inside, a bird with a broken wing
Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind
You're mistaken, but still you'll do it all again
As he shakes his fist, somethin' dribbles down his chin
Can you live like this
Just crawlin' underneath their skin
Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run...runaway
Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run...runaway
From the ashes you will rise
Distant crashes in your eyes
Though he's made you into an image of his pain
Cut and shaved you
Like a prisoner on a train
There are broken limbs
And tangled power lines
No songs like hymns
No flowers in the springtime
Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run...runaway
Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run...runaway
On the inside, a bird with a broken wing
Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind
You're mistaken, but still you'll do it all again
As he shakes his fist, somethin' dribbles down his chin
Can you live like this
Just crawlin' underneath their skin
Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run...runaway
Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run...runaway
From the ashes you will rise
Distant crashes in your eyes
Though he's made you into an image of his pain
Cut and shaved you
Like a prisoner on a train
There are broken limbs
And tangled power lines
No songs like hymns
No flowers in the springtime
Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run...runaway
Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run...runaway
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