| I took a walk through the cracks of an alley
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| Where I saw the whites of your eyes getting heavy
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| It’s a sad little burden that you keep and you carry
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| But you love to weep and you love to be sorry
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| I was almost out when the guns had been loaded
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| When you heard me shout that the war wasn’t over
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| Do you have to doubt the power you own
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| So you ran and you beg to the blood red throne
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| Say to me, what you see
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| You believed, the grass was green
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| They have been, safe and clean
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| It won’t mean they’ll save you
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| High is the risk and the bets that you are placing
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| Don’t you think that it’s time
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| That you stopped all the shaking?
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| I can see for days you’ve been jealous and sober
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| Cos I made my bed with a drunk little soldier
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| Well he sat me down, said to me:
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| «I'm trying to decided how I want to spend eternity
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| I’m saving all my sins up for a deathbed confession
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| But I did not know, that your God was American»
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| What did you think of the food from the table?
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| Did you have to eat so that you could be able?
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| To spit out your sins, be sanctified
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| Now you call all you follow to lay down and die |