| Seven blue stones in the desert sand
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| A shiny gun in a young thief’s hand
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| A stolen car and a broken dream
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| Blood on his hands that won’t come clean
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| No where to run, no where to turn
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| The fires of rage begin to burn
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| You can’t go home, he can’t go on
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| His flesh is weak, and his spirits gone
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| Now he’s behind a prison wall
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| And doesn’t have the will to live
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| He says it’s all his father’s fault
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| He taught his son the way to live
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| He was unable to forgive
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| She wore his ring for thirty years
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| Then one night he confessed his darkest fears
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| He’d been unfaithful, been untrue
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| What could she say, what could she do?
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| No where to run, no where to turn
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| The fires of rage began to burn
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| She can’t go home, she can’t go on
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| Her flesh is weak her spirits gone
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| He betrayed her with a kiss
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| Killed her desires, her will to live
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| Who was blinded, what did they miss?
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| Will she be able to forgive?
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| Are we able to forgive? |