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I had jade colored eyes |
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That shimmered in the sun |
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If you stared at them too long |
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You'd catch a glimpse of what |
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I'd doneThe faces of the damned |
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And all the butchered lambs |
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If I had to do it over |
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I just would have done it slower |
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When we meet you will see |
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I will destroy everything of beauty |
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When we meet then you'll know |
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I'll be the axe that clears the forest |
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When I had my fill |
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And tasted every kill |
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There was nothin' left to do |
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But bow out of this world |
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I heard a tale of a place |
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Where the dead walk tall and proud |
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Where men like me were needed |
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To thin the growing crowd |
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Deep below the dunes |
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I rovedPast the rows, past the rows |
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Beside the acacias, freshly in bloom |
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I sent men to their doom |
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I spent those days runnin' hard and fast |
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No place to lay my head |
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And the sound of rain against the roof |
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Was loud enough to wake the dead |
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And my legs were tired |
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My feet were cold |
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All I could do |
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Was get back on the road |
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So I came upon a shanty town |
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Full of bitter men |
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Where carved into a crude wood sign |
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It read welcome to the end |
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For a dollar you could buy a girl |
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Of every possible design |
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But you couldn't find a decent man |
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Or a word spoken kind |
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Whiskey was for supper |
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Man couldn't ask for better |
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When we meet you will see |
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I will destroy everything of beauty |
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When we meet then you'll know |
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I'll be the axe that clears the forest |
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I spent those days runnin' hard and fast |
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With no place to lay my head |
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The sound of the rain against the roof |
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Was loud enough to wake the dead |
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And my legs were tired |
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And my feet were cold |
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All I could do |
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Was get back on the road |
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We were left alone, left alone |
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Every king on his lonely throne |
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We were left alone, left alone |
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Every king on his lonely throne |