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In an act of desperation, he put a gun to his head |
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In his mind confusion, nothing but delusion, |
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thinking he was better off dead |
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No one to be his savior, from the vises he made |
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Voices callin' to him, left his life in ruins, |
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drugs have led his mind astray |
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God, don't you hear me? God, don't you care? |
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Cause if you did, my friend, |
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you wouldn't leave me hangin' on this way |
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Somebody turn on the lights, somebody give me some air |
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I'm in the middle of a nasty situation |
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that is leading me on nowhere |
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I gotta hear you tonight, I gotta know that you care |
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You got me down on my knees |
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and I'm praying and I gotta know you're really out there |
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The second hand is ticking, time moves ahead |
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Feel the shadows breathing, |
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whispering and seething, dealing inside my head |
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A Candle flame before me, flickers in dance |
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As I sit here praying, |
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hoping that I'm swaying the Gods of second chance |
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All cry to heaven, all cry for truth |
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And while we wait for lights and thunder, |
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the devil is on the loose |
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Somebody turn on the lights, somebody give me some air |
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I'm in the middle of a nasty situation |
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that is leading me on nowhere |
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I gotta hear you tonight, I gotta know that you care |
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You got me down on my knees and I'm praying |
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and I gotta know you're really out there |