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These Wounds
Mike Prather
Here I am again
Caught between the wrong and the right
Here I go again
Living out the memory of this fight
There's a heart there lying on the table
there's a rusted knife on a chair
There's still some blood left on that
hardwood floor
Where you cut me down without care
There you are again
Slipping back into the darkness of my mind
There it is again
The same old weariness from trying
There's a heart there lying on the table
there's a rusted knife on a chair
There's still some blood left on that
hardwood floor
Where you cut me down without care
And I could walk out of this desert
and I could wonder on down to the sea
but there still won't be enough water
to wash these wounds from me
Here we are again
lying in the ashes of our lives
Burnt by fire again
it was bound to be this way
There's a heart there lying on the table
there's a rusted knife on a chair
There's still some blood left on that
hardwood floor
Where you cut me down without care
And I could walk out of this desert
and I could wonder on down to the sea
but there still won't be enough water
to wash these wounds from me
Oh, to wash away these wounds from me