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In the howlin' wind |
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Comes a stingin' rain |
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See it drivin' nails |
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Into the souls on the tree of pain |
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From the firefly |
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A red orange glow |
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See the face of fear |
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Runnin' scared in the valley below |
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Bullet the blue sky |
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Bullet the blue sky |
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Bullet the blue |
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Bullet the blue |
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In the locust wind |
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Comes a rattle and hum |
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Jacob wrestled the angel |
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And the angel was overcome |
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You plant a demon seed |
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You raise a flower of fire |
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We see them burnin' crosses |
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See the flames, higher and higher |
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Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky |
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Bullet the blue sky |
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Bullet the blue |
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Bullet the blue |
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Suit and tie comes up to me |
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His face red like a rose on a thorn bush |
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Like all the colors of a royal flush |
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And he's peelin' off those dollar bills(Slappin' 'em down) |
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One hundred, two hundred |
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And I can see those fighter planes |
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And I can see those fighter planes |
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Across the tin huts as children sleep |
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Through the alleys of a quiet city street |
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Up the staircase to the first floor |
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We turn the key and slowly unlock the door |
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As a man breathes into his saxophone |
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And through the walls you hear the city groan |
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Outside is |
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AmericaOutside is |
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AmericaAmerica |
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See across the field, see the sky ripped open |
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See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound |
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Howlin' the women and children |
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Who run into the arms of |
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America |
