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Just like a distant thunder |
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My conscience is rolling in the back of my head |
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But your lips keep riding on in the darkness |
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Our guns on the floor |
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Near the makeup and the clothes that we shed |
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We both trail our own paths |
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But the grass has worn out our parting ways |
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And I used to think I rode with the devil |
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But I'm left on my own |
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Even he hasn't shown up these days |
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Don't cry my latest sin |
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I don't buy that (self) righteous being |
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Calm your worried soul |
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The demons and angels left us here all alone |
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Much like crickets at the sunrise |
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My guilt is fading in the depth of my chest |
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Your empire is brought down around us |
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But we're pressed on the wall |
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And don't care 'bout the fall of the rest |
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I pray you find your old path |
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But mine was lost so long ago |
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They say old roads were built on old rivers |
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Maybe that's why I'm lost |
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Cause I can't carry on with the flow |
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Don't cry my latest sin |
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I don't buy that (self) righteous being |
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Calm your worried soul |
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The demons and angels left us here all alone |
