| Woah-oh-oh
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| Woah-oh-oh
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| Worn out boots, treading on the highway
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| Vulture moon, learing down on me
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| The hot wind blows and the air is thin
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| Grains of sand fill the cracks of my skin
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| Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind
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| Now I’ll pay you back in kind, yeah
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| Born to end lives, never looking back
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| Righting the wrongs done to me
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| Born to end lives
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| Saint of killers I’ll always be
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| Chased the good Lord out of heaven
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| Shot the devil through the brain
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| Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind
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| Now I’ll pay you back in kind, yeah!
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| Born to end lives, never looking back
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| Righting the wrongs done to me
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| Born to end lives
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| Yeah!
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| Only tried to live a good life and leave my past behind
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| You visited death on those I love, I’ll pay you back in kind
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| I’ll march right up to heaven and sit upon your throne
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| Do to you what I did to devil and rest my weary bones
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| Born to end lives, never looking back
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| Righting the wrongs done to me
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| Born to end lives
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| Saint of killers I’ll always be
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| I will
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| Saint of killers I’ll always be |