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Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel, thin man lookin' at his last meal |
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Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield for dignity |
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Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows |
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that pass |
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Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity |
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CHORUS #1: |
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Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve |
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Somebody said dignity was the first to leave |
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I went into the city, went into the town |
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Went into the land of the midnight sun |
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Searchin' high, searchin' low, searchin' everywhere I know |
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Askin' the cops wherever I go, "Have you seen Dignity?" |
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Blind man breakin' out of a trance, puts both his hands in the pocket of |
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chance |
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Hopin' to find one circumstance of dignity |
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I went to the wedding of Mary-lou, she said I don't want nobody see me |
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talkin to you |
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Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew about dignity |
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CHORUS #2: |
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I went down where the vultures feed |
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I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need |
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Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any |
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difference to me |
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Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid |
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Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid, "Have you seen dignity?" |
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Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears |
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In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors |
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Lookin' into the lost forgotten years for dignity |
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Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues |
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Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used |
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He wanted money up front, said he was abused by dignity |
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CHORUS #3: |
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Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand, steps goin' down into tatoo |
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land |
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I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light, in the bordertowns of |
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despair |
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Got no place to fade, got no coat, I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' |
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boat |
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Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote about dignity |
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Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure, lookin' at his hands for the |
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lines that were |
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And into every masterpiece of literature for dignity |
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Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind |
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Combin his hair back his future looks thin |
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Bites the bullet and he looks within for dignity |
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CHORUS #4: |
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Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been |
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photographed |
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I went into the red, went into the black, into the valley of dry bone |
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dreams |
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So many roads, so much at stake, so many dead ends, I'm at the edge of |
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the lake |
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Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity |
