| With contrite hearts on the blackest of days
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| We’ve done our deeds but now we have to pay
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| The social call; |
| the presidents not home
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| The gossip line we never would have known
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| I awoke to the sound of singing in the streets
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| The sorrow fell like the setting sun
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| On dusty streets the sound of running in our heads
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| As we hung like leaves from the trees
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| Shooting from the hip we live our lives so precariously
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| Breathing deeply for the last time I can see
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| The lights shining just for me…
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| Built to last
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| This winters going to end
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| The sun will shine on our faces
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| Life begins…
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| Swing low, Sweet chariot
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| Carry me home
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| Ride till sunset leave it all behind
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| And go
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| Cowboys never die
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| Built to last
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| This winters going to end
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| The sun will shine on our faces
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| Life begins…
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| When life ends life begins
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| Again and again |