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Hired guns surround my town |
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Hired feet and bones |
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Tried to burn us to the ground |
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To build a brand new home |
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All lined up to carry me |
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To hell just like before |
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Winter seems so far away |
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Like tragedy and war |
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Justice waits for nothing, man |
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Your eyes have turned to stone |
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I waited as long as |
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I canAnd then set out alone |
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And all those boys from |
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Harlem came |
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And they don't mess around |
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The whistle woke me up at dawn |
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Such an awful sound |
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I can't stand to read the news |
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Of Jericho and swine |
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Touring bands and roofing crews |
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Is where we spend our time |
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Lie and sty the poor man grows |
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So tired of left and right |
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Careful not to say too much |
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Or look straight at the light |
