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I rode myself into the ground |
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But hell, it's almost over now |
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I don't see nothing but the light |
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Darkness filled my days |
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The rising sun has shown the way |
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And I don't see nothing but the light |
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A preacher's lesson, simply armageddon |
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The devil, he knows how to write |
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Killer of men, no way to save them |
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Hey now we all have to die |
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You wouldn't think that out here |
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A man could simply run clear |
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Out of country, but oh my, oh my |
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Oh my, oh my, nothing but the light |
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They took my ears in Omaha |
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I thought me dead but I weren't at all |
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And I left them bleeding in the mud |
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They ran in me for horse thievery |
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Between my eyes for all to see |
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And I left them bleeding in the mud |
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When this wall was made |
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It was never meant to save everyone in kind |
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I don't believe God much had me, had me much in mind |
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You wouldn't think that out here |
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A man could simply run clear |
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Out of country, but oh my, oh my |
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Oh my, oh my, there's nothing but the light |
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So tell the barkeep, "What is there to drink?" |
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Just a minimal risk of blindness or death |
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It all taste of ashes, seems that's always what we get |
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It's all they have to give |
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You wouldn't think that out here |
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A man could simply run clear |
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Out of country, but oh my, oh my |
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Oh my, oh my, |
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Nothing but the light |
