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God's dead, this state is torture. |
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Find me shade and bring me water. |
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Holding on. |
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I'm thirsty for your sage. |
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Back at the ranch i just got slaughtered. |
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Too many shoulds, too many orders. |
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Better come out, holding onto faith. |
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Let the sun begin to shine through your night |
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Let the light reveal disguise in your life. |
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Work kills! it's killing me slowly |
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And what is the point in being so lonely? |
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Who do you love? |
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Who do you love above all? |
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If you want to live some life gets slaughtered |
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But they'd sell their sons and daughters |
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Who do you love? |
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Who do you love above all? |
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How can we fail less we really want to |
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Under the drum of some local voodoo curse |
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We can change our fate |
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Let the sun begin to shine through you night |
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Let the light reveal disguise in your life |
