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It's a state of affairs a wave of disbelief* |
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Innocent people everywhere |
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Being pushed out into the street |
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With their guards up and their spirits down |
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Sea to shining sea, town to burning town |
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That's the way it is here in broken promised land |
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What's the difference between a halo and a crown |
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What's the difference between a jester and a clown |
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When you gotta choose one here |
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In broken promised land |
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Tjere'a a boy on the corner |
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Selling rock to get you high |
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He'd probably sell his soul |
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But nobody wants to buy |
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Souls don't bring much these days |
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Here in broken promised land |
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It's a fine line we pray we never have to cross |
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Into the other side into the land of the lost |
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There's a whole lotta people that got a little off track |
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Life was just an adventure now they can't find their way back |
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Can you tell me what is left to hold onto |
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If you take away my pride |
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Ain't no telling what I might do |
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If you lock me away while the guilty walk free |
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You might as well take my life |
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Make a real free man of me |
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'Cause this sure ain't freedom |
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Sure don't taste like freedom |
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Here in broken promised land |
