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There's a man looking blank to the wall |
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Older, colder and mumbling |
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Looking over his shoulder |
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Until the break of dawn |
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His eyes will not close |
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All the days are the same getting down |
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At the bar and he's mumbling |
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About the war and lost ones |
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Until the break of dawn |
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And where are his loved ones |
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Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place |
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Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end |
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Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell |
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I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn |
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Hearing boots walking into the bar |
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Four men dragging their boxes |
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People stare and smell trouble |
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Until the break of dawn, the four men will go |
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Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place |
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Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end |
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Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell |
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I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn |
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And the four men starts to open every case |
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And people wonder |
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When they pull out their instruments and play |
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Dear people we are the guitar gangsters |
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And we are here to join you |
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And ease the pain you're in |
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Now listen |
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Hearing boots walking into the bar |
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Four men dragging their boxes |
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People smile and they're roaring |
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Until the break of dawn, a new day is born |
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Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place |
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Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end |
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Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell |
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I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn |
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Dear people we are the guitar gangsters |
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And we are here to join you |
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And ease the pain you're in |
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Now listen |
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Dear ladies and gentlemen |
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We thank you for your kindness |
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We're on the road again, forever |
