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Throw away your anger |
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Throw away the sheath |
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Charge and spike your heavy guns |
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'Cause that ain't no kind of belief |
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Dream of where it left you |
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When you were still too young |
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To know the difference between the faith in your heart |
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And the politics of looking dumb |
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Ah yeah |
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It's all I know |
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This empty road |
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It keeps me looking for a place in your heart |
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It's all I know |
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Said brother are you weary? |
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Said sister are you safe? |
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Has this world got you thinking |
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That it ain't nothing but jailer's cage? |
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Well child there ain't no worries |
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And child it ain't no thing |
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Because this world's too old to hate you |
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And too young to give up spring |
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Ah yeah |
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It's all I know |
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This empty road |
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It keeps me looking for a place in your heart |
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It keeps me looking for a place in your heart |
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It keeps me looking for a place in your heart |
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It's all I know |
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It's all I know |
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It's all I know |
