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White walls and straight jackets
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Songs Sitting by a wise man at the bar,
and hes tellin me about his life.
He says, "child,
all love is a war
and were just fighting to stay alive."
White walls and straightjackets
start to look alluring.
The absence of pain and love and
responsibility.
Cause she doesnt say a word,
just hyperventilates,
disturbing me with her wheezes.
I run home to breathe and find
we all have the same diseases.
She keeps her tears
on a low shelf.
Hidden in padded walls
of a silent hell.
She keeps her full heart
in an empty shell.
What does it mean to be
free from yourself?
Sittin by a wise man, talkin
about sacrifice.
And he says that back in 64,
he lost his son and wife.
Shot in an alley- their brains were
blown away.
So he just sits with me and drinks his pain.
White walls and straightjackets,
start to look alluring.
Oh what I would give to forget
some of the things I've seen.
Cause she just sits and stares,
while i ask her for her reasons.
Then I catch her eye, and realize-
shes asking the same question.
He keeps his empty heart in a full glass
Cursing at the width of love, which never does last.
He's drowning in the memories of his empty past,
Singi", "Oh, Child, be careful with what you have"
She keeps her full heart in an empty shell.
What does it mean to be free from yourself?
I'm visiting my best friend for one last time.
And in her white prison,
The silence conveys her goodbyes.
White walls and straight jackets start to look alluring.
What I would give to forget some of the things I've seen.
What would you give to forget?
