| We touch the walls of the city streets, and
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| Didn’t explain
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| Sadly showed us our ways
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| Of never asking why
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| Cast down
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| It was heaven sent, and
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| To the church no intent to repent
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| On my knees, just to cry
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| Until you travel to that place you can’t come back
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| Where the last pain is gone and all that’s left is black
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| Bright nights cease coming to me, and
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| Some day
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| They’ll punish my deeds, and they’ll find
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| All the crimes
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| But then they ask when they going to see them
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| Then they’re gonna
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| Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams
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| Oh, I’ve got mine
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| At last those coming came and they never looked back
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| With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black
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| Fooled them, hoping to seem
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| Like the slayer of evil
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| But the product of greed, and
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| It’s not a mask, so be honest with me
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| They can’t afford to ignore that I’m the disease
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| Practical, since we had to be, and
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| When they were old they came back to me
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| And they tried, oh they tried
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| And when you follow through and wind up on your back
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| Looking up at no stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black |