Texty: Black Country Communion. Black Country. Stand (at The Burning Tree).

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I come to my senses
And I feel like I've just been born
Gonna tear down the fences
And my feet have been shackled and torn
And I face my resistance
And I stake my flag in the ground
They will come in many colors
In the silence breakin' me down

I'm ten miles away
And I won't be afraid
I've been locked in this dream far too long
And I lie awake and the hurt breaks my fall
All alone in this world with my symphony
I stand, I stand at the burning tree
I stand, oh, Lord, won't you justify me

Too long is my sentence
I can't let myself slowly drown
There's a sign in the skyline
I won't let this curse take me down
I have lived with the shaman
Tried to get myself company
And I walk with the angels
When the come they don't lie to me

I'm ten miles away
And I won't be afraid
I've been locked in this dream far too long
And I lie awake and the hurt breaks my fall
All alone in this world with my symphony
I stand, I stand at the burning tree
I stand, oh, Lord, won't you justify me

I'm ten miles away
And I won't be afraid
I've been locked in this dream far too long
And I lie awake and the hurt breaks my fall
All alone in this world with my symphony
I stand, I stand at the burning tree
I stand, oh, Lord, won't you justify me