Erin

Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep, please
 I had another one of those dreams
 Where your feet are bound together
 And the tin man is spinning again
 Hold my hand, I will stand as the world turns around me
 Lock the door to the yard or the wind is bound
 To blow my fragile anchors away
 Who's gonna carry the blame?
 Who's gonna take up the campaign
 When these injured streets are bleeding?
 Politicians in command are washing their hands
 Got to tend the marching bands
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are bleeding
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 And I am losing my hold
 There are soldiers in the hallway
 They will break down these walls
 There's an apparation behind the bedroom blinds
 There is black ink in the bathroom sink
 If the gunmen don't let her go
 Or the snake outside will swallow the house
 Who's gonna carry the blame?
 Who's gonna take up the campaign
 When these injured streets are bleeding?
 Politicians in command are washing their hands
 Got to tend the marching bands
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are bleeding
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 And I know you will try
 But you cannot protect me from these shadows inside
 'Cause these dreams I have are so much bigger
 Than the blade of a knife or a shotgun's trigger
 If the gunmen don't let her go
 Or the snake outside will swallow the house
 Who's gonna carry the blame?
 Who's gonna take up the campaign
 When these injured streets are bleeding?
 Politicians in command are washing their hands
 Got to tend the marching bands
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are bleeding
 Who's gonna carry the blame?
 Who's gonna take up the campaign?
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are
 When the battered streets are bleeding