When you come down, come down easy
Let your heart slide to the floor
I need something to believe in
I don't need this pain no more
Saw the riots in the city
Heard the marching of the crowd
They lay traps for troubadours
And kill the poets with their sound
So come take me, make me better
Lay my weary head down low
I need something to believe in
I don't need this pain no more
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