| Fall out of bed
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| They’re issuing lives for redmen and their wives
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| Offering hands
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| And twiddling thumbs for dreams that never come
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| Often said
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| «You better not look away, you’ll lose the day»
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| The way I see it, it’s already lost
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| «So then be it,» they say
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| They’re sharpening knives
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| And primitive lives for redmen and their wives
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| Breadwinner and klutz
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| And losing it all before the one eye shuts
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| Well, I see it as paying the price
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| Nobody feels it these days
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| Well, I’d like to go and kiss them away
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| Well, I’d like to know another way
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| Did you notice that they’re taking back lives
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| From redmen just to
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| Give them time to find the light
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| In all the things that bind with fright?
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| A killer’s waking up this time
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| To rob us clean and leave us blind
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| They’ll never see it shine, they’ll never find the time
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| We’ll never see it shine, we’ll never find the time |