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INDIGO GIRLS
Words and Music: Amy Ray, Chris McGuire, Cooper Seay, Brian Lilje, and Scott Bland From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes sympathize with motivation All the details of this war are just self-infatuation 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go home Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape What's left when the locks have all been broken young children of authority Tell me how long can you be agile dancing between the alter and the merci seat Now here's a chance to make a choice are you aware of the fire beneath your feet 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go home You better own up to me Yeah Yeah Go home The basement lies within us Our fear comes through the door Now there's nothing left between us As the fear becomes a roar Once that wheel is in motion don't lose what you have found We're talking bout the burning wheel of tongues everything that makes it go round and round We're all born in the devil's scorn he wants to see you die I'm asking you, "are you true", and everything they say is a lie is a lie now 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go 1 2 3 (we're all born) Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn) 1 2 3 (we're all born) Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn) And everything they say is a lie it's a lie now Everything they say is a lie it's a lie Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) Pick up the sticks And go home
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