| Tomorrow I’ll march down to the riverbed
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| Wash my head with hot lead and the river red
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| Earthly mass breaks adrift
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| Even the soul is dismissed
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| To tug me by the hand and show the promised land
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| Love me or leave me alone!
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| I’m not without sin
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| Yet I would cast the first stone
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| Help me or break my bones
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| When free of any sin
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| Mama take me home
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| Holy War
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| Real War
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| Holy War
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| Holy War
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| Real War
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| Holy War
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| And my bed is still full of the hair of her
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| Waking up bathed in sweat when I dream of her
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| And i do all the time now that my life is on the line
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| Would you kindly take my hand
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| Thrust me to the promised land? |