| There’s a place
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| Where words mean nothing or much less
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| Such a disgrace
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| We got to get out of this mess
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| Coming in under the cover of darkness
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| How high shall we build this wall?
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| I could’ve said more but it would’ve seemed heartless
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| How hard did I slam that door?
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| I swore I’d never walk away
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| Until I saw this day
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| It didn’t turn out the way we planned
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| Now I’m living in
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| Broken Promise Land
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| Broken Promise Land
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| There’s a town I know
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| Has a strange resemblance to Jericho
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| Even though
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| Seven horns are getting ready to blow
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| Coming in under the cover of darkness
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| How high shall we build this wall?
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| Could’ve said more but it would’ve seemed heartless
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| How tight shall we close that door?
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| They only claimed to be redeemed
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| They take that name and then blaspheme
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| It didn’t turn out the way we planned
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| Now I’m living in
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| Broken Promise Land
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| Broken Promise Land
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| There’s a place
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| Where infidels and showgirls meet
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| Such a disgrace
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| Wedding bells crumble in the street
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| Coming in under the cover of darkness
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| How high shall we build this wall?
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| I could’ve said more but it would’ve seemed heartless
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| How tight shall we shut that door?
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| In the name of the Father and the Son
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| In the name of gasoline and a gun
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| It didn’t turn out the way we planned
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| Now I’m living in
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| Broken Promise Land
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| Broken Promise Land |