Piece of string holding everything together

Unraveling, about to give way

A silver sphere, baring scar

There's a wheel somewhere about to lose control



I wanna hear my voice in the den

I wanna hold your hand, touch your skin

Wilson Boulevard

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The kettle boils and overflows

They paint the prison walls pink

Flood gates are opening

The ivory tower sings



I wanna hear my voice in the den

I wanna hold your hand, touch your skin

Wilson Boulevard

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I wanna hear my voice in the den

I wanna hold your hand, touch your skin

Wilson Boulevard

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