My Mouth My Lips by From Indian Lakes
And I left my house behind
To move in silence and never be seen again
And who is to be my friend
And I made my own bed
Made from printed beliefs and opinions
What will I teach my sons
And all we get so far away
And oh I can't get close
But I can't keep quiet
And if I can't keep my lips closed now
And if you guide the lines of broken men to change
The way that he thinks he feels
Feel nothing at all, I feel nothing at all
But if I run from my home to the hills and the trees
Without the woods at my heels
I run from nothing at all, I run from nothing at all
And I took my closest friends
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