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I've drowned my conscience and cast another stone |
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I took to preaching while dancing on the code |
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I can't see where I've been and only God knows where I'll be |
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But there must be a place for a wretch like me |
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Oh, Lord knows I'm tired |
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But I, I, I won't rest my head until I'm home |
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And if my hands find themselves another body |
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Well, you can't blame them for trying to keep warm |
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Morals are simply a matter of time |
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And where you lay your head's a question of pride |
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But when it's said and done you'll find in the light |
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That privilege and wit make me misfortune's child |
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Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down |
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Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around |
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And when they take my head and put it on a stake |
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I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead man awake |
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Bartering your figure for a paralyzing love |
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What have you done? What have you done? |
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I tipped the scaffold and laughed until I fell |
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Girl, if you need me grab another from the well |
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I can't imagine what hell has in store |
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But I know if I'm there I won't wander anymore |
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Oh, Lord knows I'm tired |
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But I, I, I won't rest my head until I'm home |
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And if my hands find themselves another body |
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Well, you can't blame them for trying to keep warm |
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Oh, Lord knows I'm weak |
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But I, I, I can't clear my head if I'm asleep |
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Morals are simply a matter of tide |
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And where you lay your head's a question of pride |
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But when it's said and done you'll find in the light |
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That privilege and wit make me misfortune's child |
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Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down |
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Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around |
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And when they take my head and put it on a stake |
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I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead man awake |
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We've lived under this dark cloud forever |
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Waited for the bad light to break |
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Just let me tell that one again |
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With a little more feeling |
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We slept at the crossroads together |
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Tried to make an honest mistake |
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Just let me tell that one more time |
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Without a smile on my face |
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And now the road is empty as every promise is |
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If life is pointless then point taken, say Amen |
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So light another candle and point my body out to sea |
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Because your heart is no place for a wretch like me |
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Another stranger passing, a common dissonance |
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If life is pointless then point taken, say Amen |
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So light another candle and point my body out to sea |
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Because your side is no place for a wretch like me |
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When they unearth these passages |
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Will I appear to be proud? |
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Not if you're listening close enough |
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Not if you're sounding it out |
