Guante & Big Cats - Like the Dead Running lyrics

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Guante & Big Cats - Like the Dead Running lyrics

You could call this a ghost town If it had been a town to begin with Now it's just empty cans and granola bar wrappers Far too many footprints in the mud And the smell of desperate human beings— Like the unwashed hair of your mother Like the dead running When I find him He is tied at the wrists between two tent stakes trapped under the earth by cinderblocks Arms at 45 degree angles, as though his body were an arrow pointing to wherever is furthest away from here The dull afternoon sun soaks into his bruises. Dried blood and matted hair hide his eyes Too tall and too jagged To be a child but a child still, he is smiling “Do you know why they left me here?” he says “They thought I was one of the bad guys.” “Are you?” I ask His voice, a great empty space, replies: “I am now.”

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