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From the rust-worn fence to the broken wheel
A whisper on the wind, a fear you can feel
Like the devil's breath on a humid night
A secret buried deep beneath the fading light
From the crooked path where the shadows creep
To the promise that a soul can't keep
A trail of dust and a whispered name
Lost in the fire of a dying flame
The mockingbird sings its bitter tune
'Neath the cold, indifferent, harvest moon
A hand that reaches, a hand that's pulled away
Another long night bleeds into another day
From the crooked path where the shadows creep
To the promise that a soul can't keep
A trail of dust and a whispered name
Lost in the fire of a dying flame
The scent of pine, the taste of rain
Washing away the memory of pain
But a ghost in the weeds still calls to me
A promise of what can never be
From the crooked path where the shadows creep
To the promise that a soul can't keep
A trail of dust and a whispered name
Lost in the fire of a dying flame
