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Morning spinning vengeance |
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Clings just like a dog hair |
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Loss that leads me nowhere |
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Steely sleepers hellbound |
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Surplus lovers sing out |
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Photographs that we cling to |
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Still call our names |
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Pin your chest with hard times |
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Time atorched in bloodlines |
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Every drink that I'm sinking |
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Carries the taste |
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We sleep on stones |
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There's a killer in our homes |
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That drives the night in |
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We sleep on stones |
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Bitter winter's got our bones |
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And lord knows |
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I've been searching |
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Sleeping through a dust storm |
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Beaten like a wing torn |
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Buttons pop and the heavens roar |
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Sermons from a pigpen |
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Life rushes from a crack den |
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Injured birds in a closing phase |
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I see tokens of a man's greed |
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Sown upon a boy's seed |
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Take 'em down with a clean shot |
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Take 'em down |
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We sleep on stones |
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There's a killer in our homes |
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That drives the night in |
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We sleep on stones |
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Bitter winter's got our bones |
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And lord knows |
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I've been searching |
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Hundred thousand heartbeats |
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Twisting in the bedsheets |
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Made my peace with Jesus long ago |
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If he sees what I see |
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Then he will forgive me |
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Take 'em down with a clean shot |
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Take 'em down |
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We sleep on stones |
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There's a killer in our homes |
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That drives the night in |
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We sleep on stones |
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Bitter winter's got our bones |
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And lord knows |
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I've been searching |
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We sleep on stones |
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There's a killer in our homes |
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That drives the night in |
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We sleep on stones |
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Bitter winter's got our bones |
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And lord knows |
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I've been searching |
