[Verse 1] You count the tents by the river bend Fold up the map where the roads all end Five bright hilts in a borrowed sack One eye on the camp, one eye looking back Your boots leave prints in the barley rows You move like a thought nobody knows But morning has a way of reading the ground And every quiet exit makes a sound [Chorus] Seven blades, and a careful hand A clever plan in the shifting sand You can slip away, you can change your name But the truth keeps pace all the same Seven blades, and a half-turned face You take what you can, leave a thread of trace When you walk alone with your prize held tight Who will stand beside you tonight? [Verse 2] You say the rules were made to bend Say a clean escape is a clever end But the smallest lie has a long, slow tail It follows the cart, it rides the trail The lookout laughs, then the laughter thins A loose strap swings where the doubt gets in You had a way to ask, a chance to divide Now there's nobody walking at your side [Chorus] Seven blades, and a careful hand A clever plan in the shifting sand You can slip away, you can change your name But the truth keeps pace all the same Seven blades, and a half-turned face You take what you can, leave a thread of trace When you walk alone with your prize held tight Who will stand beside you tonight? [Instrumental Break: expressive bent-note guitar solo trading phrases with dubby psychedelic keys] [Bridge] Not every secret is a sin Not every locked door keeps you in Look at the pieces you can still return Some roads grow kinder when you turn [Final Chorus] Seven blades, set them down awhile Let the open hand outlast the guile You can choose the truth, you can speak your name And the ones you wronged may meet you again Seven blades, leave the old trail clear The hardest move is to stay sincere When you walk back with nothing to hide There may be someone there at your side [Outro] One eye on the dawn, one hand uncurled A quiet choice can turn the world
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