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I woke up in a cold sweat |
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From a dream at 3 a.m. |
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I was drifting on a sea of shadows |
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The rain was whipping in the wind |
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I saw a man, dressed all in black |
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Reach out and take the helm |
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And he charted us a course |
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Out into the spirit realm |
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I can taste the salt |
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And feel the blisters on my hands |
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As I'm pulling at the oars |
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Rowing on to glory land |
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And sitting in the stern |
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Singing hymns and talking trash |
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Is my broken guardian angel |
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The ghost of |
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Johnny Cash |
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Well, Johnny's quoting from the |
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BibleWell, |
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I'm trying to steer this leaky craft |
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His familiar voice reminds me |
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I'm a man who's cut in half |
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His tarnished halo slips and shines |
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As the raging billows crash |
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And I'm riding out the deluge |
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With the ghost of |
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Johnny Cash |
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Some sinners need their saints to be |
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Survivors of the fall' |
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Cause when you're down here on your knees |
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Most angels look too tall |
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So I'll just live this life out |
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Dust to dust and ash to ash |
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With my guide from the other side |
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The ghost of |
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Johnny Cash |
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You gotta stand for something' |
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Cause when you're gone you're gone |
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And the devil lost a lot of souls |
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When Johnny put that black suit on |
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He's still flipping off the |
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PhariseesLaughing that ole scratch |
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While he haunts the halls of heaven |
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The ghost of |
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Johnny Cash |
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Some sinners need their saints to be |
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Survivors of the fall' |
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Cause when you're down here on your knees |
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Most angels look too tall |
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So I'll just live this life out |
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Dust to dust and ash to ash |
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With my guide from the other side |
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The ghost of |
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Johnny Cash |
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Yeah, I've just lived this life out |
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Dust to dust and ash to ash |
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Until I'm raising hell in heaven |
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With the ghost of |
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Johnny Cash |
