| No longer do I cry, there’s no future in the tear
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| No longer do I ask why, the answer’s never clear
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| Not like a smokin' gun, it’s not my idea of fun
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| Small Town Big Hell, for me for you
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| Superstitious minds can kill the truth
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| It’s not for me to say, so I will just play dumb
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| They say love finds it’s own way, but not for everyone
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| The monsters they are real, your own lives they will steal
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| Small Town Big Hell, for me for you
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| Superstitious minds can kill the truth
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| What is our destiny, can we still the sea
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| The devil’s waiting in the wings
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| Softly he, softly he sings
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| Come follow me to glory, step into the unknown
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| But this is not my story, it’s yours and yours alone
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| Now you’re many miles away, no longer hear them say
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| Small Town Big Hell, for me for you
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| Superstitious minds can kill the truth
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| Small Town Big Hell, for me for you
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| Superstitious minds can kill the truth
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| Of me, and you, of me, and you
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| Small Town Big Hell |