| People are gathered outside
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| Waiting for someone to pray
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| A man opens the door
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| He’s got something to say
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| He’s wearing a doctor’s coat
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| But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker
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| He’s wearing a doctor’s coat
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| But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker
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| He’s got the cures we need
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| People rejoice and laugh
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| They say how hard it’s been
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| And how easy it’ll be
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| He’s wearing a doctor’s coat
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| But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker
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| He’s wearing a doctor’s coat
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| But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker
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| One by one, they stop seeing the colors they used to see
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| And the light turns bleak, wide red
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| And their limbs go 'round instead
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| And now the crowd is naked on the ground
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| And now the crowd is naked on the ground
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| In front of the pile
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| The man drinks his solution
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| Levels it up against the sun
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| A sick kind of ablution
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| The red glow in his face
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| Making him look like the son of God
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| His teeth are glistening
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| His hair is wild
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| His feet are stomping on the ground
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| He’s wearing a doctor’s coat
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| But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker
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| He’s wearing a doctor’s coat
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| But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker
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| He drinks and lays down upon the heaps of those he treated
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| They’re all unconscious now
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| And so, he may be
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| Sinners on the run have the wind on their back
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| «You're making no sense,» said the man before it all turned black
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| Winners have their fun while their kin have their back
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| «You're making no sense,» said the man before it all turned to black |