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Dark is the morning |
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On this fateful day |
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Lord knows |
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I tried to live |
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The way the good |
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Lord say But they cheated on me |
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With their book of lies |
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Now they're staring all the way through me |
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With their careless coward eyes |
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Now they leave me |
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With a choice of two |
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To lose their or do |
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What Lampiou do |
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What turns a good man |
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To the sword and gun? |
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When you still his dignity |
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Leave him nowhere to run |
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I hear the |
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Devil I hear his voice |
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If I pull the trigger |
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Is it really out of choice? |
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You say yes because you can walk away |
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Without your clothes on such a cold bleak day |
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God say they only get to sit on high |
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Because their stairways are all built on fear and lies |
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So if you tell me there's no other way |
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Maybe I ask the |
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Devil Maybe listen what he say |
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In Lampiou's way there is no return |
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There's no way back |
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And all your bridges you must burn |
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The toughest of decisions |
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Between the trigger and the knife |
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Does the balance of |
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God's own justice |
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Need the taking of a life |
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Now they leave me |
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With a choice of two |
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To lose my way or do |
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What Lampiou do |
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What Lampiou do |