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There's a cold wind blowing through the southern cave mines |
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Somewhere in parks city and its closing time |
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To another dead end week in a vacant life |
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People talking about Joe and what went down, |
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how you can find justice in a Utah town |
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So you tip your hat to a stranger and walk on by |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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In the sidewalks, factories and fields you'll find |
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dust filled dream laying flat on the ground |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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The world is full of lonely fools |
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Staring at eachother from across the rooms |
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Wishing they could get up their nerves to speak their minds |
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But its hard for a man to stand his ground |
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Locked up in state prison and beaten down |
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Watching shadows creeping cross the walls through sleepless nights |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Justice is a woman in a rocking chair |
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Combing the tangles from her long black hair |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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There's an empty feeling in sugar house park |
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And the memory looks in long after dark |
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As the people try to tell the story of a crooked trial |
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How the workers can stop a speeding train |
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Tying their ships in the ocean with mighty chains |
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Every wheels in gods creation, every mill and mine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Everytime I dream about better times, |
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I can feel Joe's ashes stiring deep inside |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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Waiting on a chance to shine |
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There's a cold wind blowing through the southern cave mines |
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Somewhere in parks city and its closing time |
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To another dead end week in a vacant life |