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Show me a writer |
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With a sad, sad song |
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Who lived his pain |
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Just stayed to long |
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Show me a fighter |
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Fighting for his king |
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His heart and blood |
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Left in the ring |
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Give me a needle |
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I can pass on through |
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I'll take that chance, girl |
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How about you? |
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Show me the lover |
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Who when all seems lost |
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Makes love to his grief |
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Careless of the cost |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Show me a father |
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With a broken son |
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His face like stone |
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Cold as a gun |
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There was a soldier |
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Atop my crumbling walls, |
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but wind and rain just |
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drowned his calls |
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I know it's hard |
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Not so hard to tell |
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That my head don't |
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Match my water well |
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Like walking listless |
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Down a darkened street |
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I hear the drum |
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I just can't keep the beat... |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Been a while since |
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I was on trial |
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For the course |
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My life has run |
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I haven't heard any words |
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That that forgive the things I've done |
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So set a course for the north |
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I'll be waiting for word to come |
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Just come away |
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Come away |
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Come away |
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Come away |
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Way |
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Come away, my son |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |
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Turn the lights on |