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Well today there's no salvation |
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The band's packed up and gone |
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Left me standin' with a penny in my hand |
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There's a big crowd at the station |
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Where a blind man sings his songs |
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He can see what I can't understand |
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It's the thirty-third of August |
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And I'm finally touchin' down |
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Eight days from Sunday Lord |
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I'm Saturday-bound |
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Once I stumble through the darkness |
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Tumble to my knees |
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A thousand voices screamin' through my brain |
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Woke up in the squad car |
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Busted down for vagrancy |
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And outside my cell sure as hell |
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It looked like rain |
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It's the thirty-third of August |
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I'm finally touchin' down |
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Eight days from Sunday Lord |
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I'm Saturday-bound |
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Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain |
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I hide my violent nature with a smile |
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Though the demons dance |
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And sing their songs within my fevered brain |
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Not all my God-like thoughts Lord are defiled |
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It's the thirty-third of August |
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And I'm finally touchin' down |
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Eight days from Sunday Lord |
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I'm Saturday-bound |
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It's the thirty-third of August |
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I'm finally touchin' down |
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Eight days from Sunday Lord |
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I'm Saturday-bound |