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Praying in the ghetto with my face in the cement |
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Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent |
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Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her face |
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Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase |
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West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar |
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I see the turning of the page |
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Curtain rising on the new age |
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See the groom still waiting at the altar |
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Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery |
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Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery |
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Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me |
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About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be |
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West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar |
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I see the turning of the page |
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Curtain rising on a new age |
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See the groom still waiting at the altar |
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Don't know what I can say about Claudette |
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That wouldn't come back to haunt me |
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Finally had to give her up about the time she began to want me |
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But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated |
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I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated |
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West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar |
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I see the turning of the page |
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Curtain rising on a new age |
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See the groom still waiting at the altar |
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Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature? |
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I see people who are supposed to know better standing around like furniture |
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There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it |
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Tonight you got the power to take it |
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Tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it |
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West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar |
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I see the turning of the page |
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Curtain rising on a new age |
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See the groom still waiting at the altar |
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Cities on fire, phones out of order |
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They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border |
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What can I say about Claudette? |
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Ain't seen her since January |
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She could be respectably married |
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Or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires |
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West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar |
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I see the turning of the page |
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Curtain rising on a new age |
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See the groom still waiting at the altar |
