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Well it's 3 o'clock in the early morn' |
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You've got your bedface on |
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At the break of dawn |
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So you light another cig |
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And say your prayers |
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The thief has come |
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Equipped with his gun |
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Come on now |
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Well he came without warning |
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Like three thousand men swarming |
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Right out of the sky, like a torch in the night |
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Well the rocks were screaming and said it was dreaming |
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I've been here before, |
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When I was killed in the war |
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There's a man who can decide |
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Between what's wrong and what's right |
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There's a son who won't fight for |
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What his father thinks is right |
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Like Judas of old, with a kiss |
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You'll be sold, |
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And those who deny, |
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Will drop like flies |
