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With contrite hearts on the blackest of days |
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We've done our deeds but now we have to pay |
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The social call; the presidents not home |
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The gossip line we never would have known |
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I awoke to the sound of singing in the streets [x2] |
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The sorrow fell like the setting sun |
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On dusty streets the sound of running in our heads |
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As we hung like leaves from the trees |
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Shooting from the hip we live our lives so precariously |
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Breathing deeply for the last time I can see |
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The lights shining just for me... |
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Built to last |
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This winters going to end |
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The sun will shine on our faces |
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Life begins... |
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Swing low, Sweet chariot |
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Carry me home [x2] |
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Ride till sunset leave it all behind [x2] |
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and go |
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Cowboys never die [x4] |
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Built to last |
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This winters going to end |
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The sun will shine on our faces |
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Life begins... |
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When life ends life begins [x2] |
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Again and again. |
