Appointment in Samarra

You have scars on your face from where he left you
 Your blue eyes still aren't dry
 Your hands have run through your blonde hair a thousand times
 You say you're going to Samarra
 Won't be back tomorrow
 You left a letter on the floor
 Bread winners won't be baking anymore
 
 I've been wondering for awhile
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 How records in your heart
 Pull the Brompton shakes apart
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 The blood is in your hands
 The bodies on the ground around us
 Make no future plans
 Sever every bound that binds us
 That ties us
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 There is blood on the clothes that you'd once wear for him
 Was it worth the lace facade
 His hands you still feel round your waist on rainy days
 I've been wondering for awhile
 How records from your past
 Make the brief encounters that last
 The blood is on your hands
 The bodies on the ground around us
 Make no future plans
 Sever every bound that binds us
 The blood is on your hands
 The bodies in the ground around us
 Make no future plans
 Sever every bound that binds us
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 The blood is on your hands
 The bodies on the ground
 The blood is on your hands
 The bodies on the ground
 ♪
 The blood is on your hands
 The bodies on the ground around us
 Make no future plans
 Sever every bound that binds us