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Saturday Night Wrist

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She haunts the roads
She waits for a new face

Her arms red and injured
She wants to rise
She can't 'til we have faced

I'll cut your armies down
And turn your heart

You wait, I'll wait
Outside, awake for you

I'll cut your armies down
And turn your heart

You wait, I'll wait
I'll fly away
I'll break down, down, down

She haunts the road
She waits for a new face, face