| I have seen your soul turn black and then retreat
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| To that dark place where no one else may follow
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| I waited here for your returning
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| To roll your cigarette and wash your bloodied feet
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| You have heard the silent running of my dreams
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| Broke me from the grip of grief and fever
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| With the sound of your voice speaking my name
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| And a kiss that I will feel forever
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| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
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| We did forge our wedding bed
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| On a hard and holy road
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| We lay down our heads
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| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
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| I have watched you riding on the wall of death
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| And when it finally breaks you and you fall
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| I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me
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| To bind the fatal wound and catch your last sweet breath
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| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
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| We did forge our wedding bed
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| On a hard and holy road
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| We lay down our heads
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| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
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| But the world will be my witness when they excavate my heart
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| And find the image of your face
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| Imprinted there like some Shroud of Turin
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| That neither time nor tundra could erase
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| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
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| We did forge our wedding bed
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| On a hard and holy road
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| We lay down our heads
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| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |