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Thrown To The WildCold linoleum just seems to amplifyEvery sob, every sound, every sigh Down at the bus station waiting for the red eye Tears of a stranger no method to this madness No proof of sadness Do you steer clear Or do you turn around Home's waiting like a motherless child From the chaos we're thrown into the wild In an instant it could all go away Or we could choose to keep holding on to the pain Do you steer clear Wide glances in the cracked and dirty mirrors One last time Console the town and their future As it slides away |