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spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low |
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wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart |
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can't find no poison, now I've got no cure |
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(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin |
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payne county line |
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watching unjust claims |
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one man's righteousness is another man's |
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long haul, sentence carried out |
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long haul, counting the miles |
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to the four corners of the world |
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spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked |
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apparitions worth their weight in gold |
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scratched in metal, name erodes away |
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hands are scarred, heart is charred |
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burnt though, and ashen |
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trip on fence post line |
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sifting through the remains |
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one man's close pursuit is another man's |
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last chance, make it through the divide |
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last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this |
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black heart, sweeping over the land |
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black heart, crawling its way |
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to the four corners of the world |
