| Made his way out from the low lands
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| The son of a preacher man
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| Then he seemed to lose direction
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| On his way to the promised land, no no
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| It started with a woman
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| And it ended in a bottle fight
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| The jury would not forgive him
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| When he took a man within an inch of his life
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| When they took away his freedom
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| Buried his soul aside, no no
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| In the company of strangers
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| You find the enemy within, no
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| And the walls that capture evil
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| Keep the faith from getting in
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| In the company of strangers
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| So he sits behind these gray walls
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| Staring at the yellow moon
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| His dreams lie shattered all around him
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| Casting shadows into his room, baby
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| When they took away his freedom
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| They buried his soul aside, no no
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| In the company of strangers
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| You find the enemy within, no
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| And the walls that capture evil
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| Keep the faith from getting in
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| In the company of strangers
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| So the years passed by one day
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| Steps outside to the blinding sun
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| No money in his pockets, and his clothes ???
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| But under his shirt he wears a gun, no no
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| When they buried him the very next morning
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| ??? |
| that went wrong
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| In a graveyard full of outlaws
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| In a stranger’s ???
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| In the company of strangers
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| You find the enemy within, no no
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| And the walls that capture evil
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| Keep the faith from getting in
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| In the company of strangers
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| You find the enemy within
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| And the walls that capture evil
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| Keep the faith from getting in
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| In the company, in the company of strangers
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| Listen, I’ve gotta get out of here, I’ve gotta get out of here… |