Prisoner of My Past

Ghosts in the fault lines
Echoes of old crimes I’ve done
The heart is a smoking gun

There are bonds broken
And words that can’t be unspoken, still there
Way back there

And I tried covering my tracks
I tried not looking back
But I'm a prisoner, of my past

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Trouble in the tree line
Fires by the road side, still rage
Some flames never fade

And there’s a sky full of thunder
There’s a soul going under, back there
Way back thеre

And I’ve tried covеring my tracks
I've tried not looking back
But I'm a prisoner, of my past
I'm a prisoner, of my past

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