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Gentlemen where have we been |
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Can't find the hole where we got in |
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We ain't have no letters since spring |
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Gentlemen where have we been |
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We ain't going nowhere now |
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I'll let this bottle make its rounds |
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And let this liquor settle down |
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We ain't going nowhere now |
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Darker than ever in the mind |
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I shine a light, shine a light |
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Now, holler back now, make some noise |
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I do believe they trapped us boys |
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Now, fill the dirt back on the graves |
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Ain't nothing good here being raised |
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I look at the filthy mess we made |
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Fill the dirt back on the graves |
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We cut the fruit, we took the tree |
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We chiseled all the branches free |
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We took more than we'd ever need |
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And we cut the fruit and we took the tree |
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It's darker than ever in the mind |
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I shine a light, shine a light |
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Now, holler back now, make some noise |
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I do believe they trapped us boys |
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Can't have no one not toe the line |
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Around here it's always 'round midnight |
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We can't have no brothers left behind |
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We can't have no one not toe the line |
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That ain't the cavalry we heard |
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It's the rain that's crashing on the earth |
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I tell our women and our children we ain't hurt |
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And no, that ain't the cavalry we heard |
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It's darker than ever in the mind |
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I shine a light, shine a light |
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Now, holler back now, make some noise |
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I do believe they trapped us boys |
