| I’ve got too much in front of me
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| And not enough left behind
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| I’ve got too much in front of me
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| I didn’t leave enough behind
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| I can hear the devil whisper
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| Paying no heed to what you said
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| I can hear the devil whisper
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| Staking no way to his grave
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| And I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| Got my soul in want of
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| Some post-mortem truth
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| I keep rollin' on howling at the moon
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| But I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| I have no understanding
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| For standing outside of time
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| Three hundred thousand hours
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| Still I remain hungry for the lie
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| The world is disappearing
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| Little by little, day by day
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| Three hundred thousand hours
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| Still the weather it has not changed
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| And I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| Got my soul in want
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| Of Some post-mortem truth
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| I keep rollin' on howling at the moon
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| But I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| I’m all torn down
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| I keep rollin' on howling at the moon
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| But I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| I’m all torn down
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| I keep rollin' on howling at the moon
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| But I’m all torn down
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| With these northern blues
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| Northern blues |