Southpaw

I set out beyond the city walls
To see what mystery hides behind
I had been asleep at best
Lashing out at loves I even called my own
Just a southpaw with a left-hand hook
Lost my gloves out on the mountain trail

To taste is to know (taste is to know)
Is to be persuaded (can't be persuaded)
Lay your weary eyes
On the horizon
On the horizon

Hallowed be these cliff and crags
Through these mossy doors we will make an exit
Southpaw, though you fight to kill
May we have our peace now?
May we have our freedom?

To taste is to know (taste is to know)
Is to be persuaded (can't be persuaded)
Lay your weary eyes
Lay your weary eyes
Lay your weary eyes
On the horizon
On the horizon



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