I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor
And I could dig my way free of myself taking more
But prisoners know nothing of victory at war
Let's a call it a truce for now
Georgia looks covered in blood from the air
Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair
And women comb bramble and stones from their hair
Let's call it a truce for now
True revelation is a thug and it comes
With narrow grey eyes not the rolling of drums
It may take your hand but it's seeking your thumbs
And we'll call it a truce for now
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