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She takes shells and grinds them down, levels them into sand
What once was a home, hard and safe, she pours from hand to hand
And he robs bells and melts them down, pours them into bullets
What once could ring, can only crack, if he decides to pull it
But you know, if you want to be free, you just have to ask to
And you know, if you wanna come clean, you really don't have to
Have to, have to, have to
The nights are lean and the days are fat, with guilt and reservation
But sleep won't come the whole night through the warnings on the radio station
And empty halls like the country songs, and 23 skidoo
When you had your voice you knew he'd raise the price of a cold war with you
But you know, if you want to be free, you just have to ask to
And you know, if you wanna come clean, you really don't have to
Have to, have to, have to
You know, if you wanna come clean, you really don't
And you know, if you wanna come clean, you really don't have to
Have to, have to, have to
