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Who are we sometimes I wonder |
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Mercenaries or lovers |
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On this side of the thunder |
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It can be awful hard to know |
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Sell our love for the paycheck or |
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Spend the night on the freight deck |
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For all the dues that we collect |
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Our hearts can be overdrawn |
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Dead in the water |
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Like lamb to the slaughter |
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If the wind doesn't sing her song |
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And I'm speaking in tongues |
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Cause I need a Holy Ghost |
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The geeks they can smell when you're coming |
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Even out in the cold |
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They'll wait you out, yeah |
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They'll grind you down |
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But they're gonna get what they're owed |
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I know the red thread unravels |
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I know you're blue and you're black |
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But there's still time if you don't mind |
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The way that the odds are stacked |
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Dead in the water |
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Lamb to the slaughter |
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If the wind doesn't sing her song |
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And I'm speaking in tongues |
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Cause I need a Holy Ghost |
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Dead in the water |
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Lamb to the slaughter |
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If the wind doesn't sing her song |
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And I'm speaking in tongues |
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Cause I need a Holy Ghost |
