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Flesh and Bone
The Killers Lyrics


I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust, God knows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy

(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)

Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like a raging bull
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins
Cut from the cloth of a flag that bears the name of "Battle Born"
They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell

(What are you afraid of?)
And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)
And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)
Man, I'm turning on a dime (flesh and bone)

(This could decay)
This could decay like the valley below
Defenses are down
The stakes are high (scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end (to face off the journey that fathers no more)
The staggering blow (you'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin (thinkin' with your corners, just a compass and the sun)
This could be real (thinkin' with your corners, just a)
Simple

And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)
What are you made of?

He faces forward, trading in his blindness for the world of love
And time is raging, may it rage in vain
And you always had it, but you never knew
So boots and saddles, get on your feet
There's no surrender, 'cause there's no retreat
The bells are sounding, bring this match to an end
We are the descendants of giant men

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, MARK AUGUST STOERMER, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI

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Flesh And Bone
The Killers

I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust, God knows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy

And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)

Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like a raging bull
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins
Cut from the cloth of a flag that bears the name of "Battle Born"
They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell

And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)
And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)
Man, I'm turning on a dime (flesh and bone)

This could decay like the valley below
Defenses are down
The stakes are high (scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end (to face off the journey that fathers no more)
The staggering blow (you'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin (thinkin' with your corners, just a compass and the sun)
This could be real (thinkin' with your corners, just a)
Simple

And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)
What are you made of?

He faces forward, trading in his blindness for the world of love
And time is raging, may it rage in vain
And you always had it, but you never knew
So boots and saddles, get on your feet
There's no surrender, 'cause there's no retreat
The bells are sounding, bring this match to an end
We are the descendants of giant men

Written by Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group



Paul Dockree

I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust, God knows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy

Got this CD from the local library. Battle Born. Brandon Flowers faith is known and respected. My comments elsewhere have nothing to do with this tweet except for the mention of a horse.

When NPR's Mr Inskeep contacts me for further details I promise not to hang up.
I think and I cannot prove this - but I think there was an Anglo-American scheme underway. How dare I mention Waterloo? Sam Small and Stanley Holloway?
Well again - call me for the details. 2 pixs.
Dozens of CDs and a few DVDs borrowed from the libraries. Rarely if ever a book now. Done with reading and look who are claiming to write books.
But can I swear no matter how dotty, I write my own stuff; and given fresh input from people who I know was there - my factoids are able to be adjusted.
Catch Trump backtracking. Double Backing Standing down on anything.



Danilo Monteiro

ve gone through life white-knuckled
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust
God knows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy

Flesh and bone
And I'm running out of time
Flesh and bone

Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like a raging bull
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins
Cut from the cloth of the flag
That bears the name "Battle born"

They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell

What are you afraid of?
And what are you made of?
Flesh and bone
And I'm running out of time
Flesh and bone
And what are you made of?
Flesh and bone
Man I'm turning on a dime
Flesh and bone

This could decay
Like the valley below
Defenses are down
Stakes are high
(Let's get out the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end
(To face out the journey to force us no more)
The staggering blow
(You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin
(Sitting in your corner, just a compass and the sun)
This could be real
Simple

And what are you made of?
Flesh and bone
And I'm running out of time
Flesh and bone
What are you made of?

He places forward
Trading his blindness
For the glow of love
And time is raging
Need to raise your game
And ya always had it
But you never knew
So boots and saddles
Get on your feet
There's no surrender
Because there's no retreat
The bells absolve him
And there's more starting and
We are the descendants
Of giant men



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Antonio Sedicina

I failed the ABX test, but this is a great song.

Dragony

Glad others find this song great as well! 100% on this song

Eternal Kino

tbh after taking the test hearing on youtube sucks just shows how much quality we are missing

pieter v

100% on this song

tomato

so true

serial designation V

80% for me

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