| On a foreign runway delayed by the rain
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| I looked back on the last ten years
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| And how my life has changed
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| Aviator glasses protecting my eyes
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| Reflecting my emotions on seeing so many die
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| Death from either life or love
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| Strung out on a limb
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| I’ve seen 'em turn from beer and pills
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| To scotch and heroin
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| Never learned to turn the soil
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| Though I should have done
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| Daddy was a farmer and we were farmer’s sons
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| But I had plans to plough the streets
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| A long way from the land
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| Leaving pool halls full of blood
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| To the sounds of acoustic bands
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| Razor blades and common trade
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| Throats cut on the working man
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| I’ve walked through life on broken glass
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| And I never gave a damn
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| For its harvest home and the church of England sings
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| When your approaching Armageddon
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| Let your baptism and penance
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| Be the only Lucifer to light your sins
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| When you’ve chosen the hard ride
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| Livin' on God’s good side
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| Approaching Armageddon once again
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| Bolts of lightning shook me with the price of fame
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| Rock and roll affected me but country kept me sane |
| Universal gossip seared my wings
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| I always rode the roundabouts
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| But I never tried the swings
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| Married young and with my guns
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| I blew her out of my life
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| It’s easy to hold on to time
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| But it’s hard to keep a wife
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| I only learned to play three chords
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| My fingers weren’t that long
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| I never wrapped my arms around the neck of someone strong
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| Moves of blue that strangled me drying up my pen
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| Til I was left to live my life on a scale from one to ten
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| Wasted days and endless nights
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| See the drunkard with the even tan
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| I was just about to leave the rails
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| When someone gave a damn
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| It’s two years down and counting the couple on the wire
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| I’ve lived and lost and paid the cost
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| Of fighting fire with fire
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| Traces of the onetime sometimes cross my mind
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| But when there’s little left you’re cruel to be kind
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| I don’t regret a single day
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| You see, some of it was fun
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| Ten years on I’m wiser
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| But I’m still a farmer’s son |