Bullet Holes from These Times by The Dream Syndicate

Barely surviving. Shell shocked.
Struck by lightning and alone
Death defying
Acceptance without trying
Walking on gilded air
Down the boulevard without a care
Something reminds me
Nothing left to bind me
I see the bullet holes
The history that no one knows
Just the way the story goes
It’s all right.

Eventually you were brought down to your knees
Feels like relief
Peace of mind
And easier on your spine
Pull into the station
Space and supplication
The tension and fight
Just faded over night

I see the bullet holes
The history that no one knows
Just the way the story goes
It’s all right.

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