| I just had the strangest day of my life
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| Worse than the last week with my first wife
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| I let John borrow my truck
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| He said he needed to get some stuff
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| To pay some bills
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| Nome ain’t a city, it’s barely a town
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| For a place so pretty, it could bring you way down
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| He kept his huntin' knife titanium-clipped
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| To a nylon belt set high on his hip
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| For self-defense
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| It was a regular mornin'
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| No red flags or warnings
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| No, nothin' suspicious
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| Wasn’t I payin' attention?
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| I didn’t see the full gas can he’d set in the seat
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| I just nodded and tossed him the keys
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| Did I see shakin' in his hands?
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| Was he makin' darker plans
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| Than usual?
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| John had been clean for over a year now
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| We all thought he was in the clear now
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| But it wasn’t God talkin' to him that day
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| It was a beast that never goes away
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| It sleeps in your brain
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| It was a regular mornin'
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| No red flags or warnings
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| No, nothin' suspicious
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| Wasn’t I payin' attention?
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| Every Sunday was another doomsday
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| He’d say «Last Judgement’s not far away»
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| He talked about evil in his blood
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| He spoke of fire, he spoke of floods
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| That’s how he was
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| It was a regular mornin'
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| No red flags or warnings
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| No, nothin' suspicious
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| Wasn’t I payin' attention?
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| It was a regular mornin'
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| No red flags or warnings
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| No, nothin' suspicious
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| Wasn’t I payin' attention?
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| John drove my truck down to the square
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| He thought he would end it all right there
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| He took off his coat, doused himself in gas
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| Slit his own throat, climbed back into the cab
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| And lit the match |