| for years we fought the night
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| with pale and ghostly flames
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| but some still dream of light
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| so the sun will rise again
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| and cure our need for wrongs
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| in cool and measured crime
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| and learn to drift in palm
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| in our hearts and in our minds
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| and let us not be faithless
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| for you will meet our needs
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| a good and gracious wordless
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| will lamp unto our feet
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| for years we’ve closed our eyes
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| while rust on reason grows
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| and we feed and clothe our lies
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| but in our hearts we know, yeah we know
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| that wisdom lends us all
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| a cool and steady hand
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| and the steel pressed to my palm
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| doesn’t make me more a man
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| and courage for the givers
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| to do what must be done
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| to deal out truth and justice
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| with swift and silver guns
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| for years you met our thirst
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| still deserts we have roamed
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| well be done with dust and dirt
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| when the ocean calls us home
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| and well fall into the arms
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| of a cool and sweet embrace
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| under stars and waving palms
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| well shed our sin like snakes
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| and time will cease to stalk us
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| and death will be undone
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| but well shine with the light of
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| a thousand blazing suns |