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I could break free from the wood of a coffin if I need But nothin´s hard as Gettin´ free from places I´ve already been I´ve been waste-deep in the burnin´ meadows of my mind In the engine In cold December shootin´ fire from the hose Now turn off your lights ´cause I´m not comin´ home ´til I´m delivered for the first time I was first-born to a parade that follows in rows down a narrow cold black river faceless shadows movin´ slow I would move swift when the sounds of a trumpet would blow I´ve been the puppet I´ve been the strings I know the vacant face it brings Now the bells of curfew They may ring before I´m through But soon I´ll be delivered for the first time You might keep clean in the back of an angel motorcade It doesn´t matter who walks in you know, the joke is still the same You´ll just wake up like a disposable lover decomposed I´ve been gone I´ve been remembered I´ve been alive I´ve been a ghost So now, if downtown explodes I´ll still be on this road ´til I´m delivered for the first time I have drawn blood from the neckline when vampires were in fashion You know I´d even learn to cut my throat If I thought I could fit in ´Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn how to blend in to this mess Where nothin´s hard nothin´s precious and nothin´s smooth or flawless Now, no more amused just screaming to be delivered for the first time Now I´m 10 miles in the deep and mighty blue sea Looking back, towards a long white beach burnin´ up into yellow flames And I just wave back like a little boy up on a pony in a show ´cause I can´t fix something this complex any more than I can build a rose So just keep on letting go ´cause I must be close to being delivered for the first time Now I´d rather bleed out a long stream from being lonely and feel blessed Well than drown, laying face down in a puddle of respect I was once lost in the corridors of the arena in blindfolds I´ve been the bull I´ve been the whip I just pulled down the matador So now, turn on your lights ´cause I´m comin´ home I´ve been delivered for the first time

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