| Mother may bell’s in a a quiet hell
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| I hear a gun and a heart and slay bells
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| I’d say things have changed quite a bit
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| Since I was young and mother didn’t give a shhh
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| I can’t be saved it’s too late
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| But with a little help I might concentrate
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| Long enough to start believing just to make sure your still breathing
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| No time for the broken hearted
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| Got to finish just what we started
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| The only promise to the pour departed
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| Is that they wind up dead
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| Just as sure as holy violence
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| We starve our songs in silence
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| Were all looking for a little guidance
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| Down the long road ahead
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| There’s a cold breeze through city streets
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| Blows leaves like dreams neath busy somewhere in an easy chair
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| Somebody’s momma crying, cause baby ain’t there
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| My baby’s so lazy like to lay around… Drive me crazy
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| No time for the broken hearted
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| Got to finish just what we started
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| The only promise to the pour departed
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| Is that they wind up dead
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| Just as sure as holy violence
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| We starve our songs in silence
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| Were all looking for a little guidance
|
| Down the long road ahead
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| No time for the broken hearted
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| Got to finish just what we started
|
| The only promise to the pour departed
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| Is that they wind up dead
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| Just as sure as holy violence
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| We starve our songs in silence
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| Were all looking for a little guidance
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| Down the long road ahead |