| Down on the corner of ruin and grace
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| I’m growing weary of the human race
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| Hold my lamp up in everyone’s face
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| Lookin for an honest man
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| Everyone tied to the turning wheel
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| Everyone hiding from the things they feel
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| Well the truth’s so hard it just don’t seem real
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| The shadow across this land
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| People 'round here don’t know what it means
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| To suffer at the hands of our American dreams
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| They turn their backs on the grisly scenes
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| Traced to the privileged sons
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| They got their god they got their guns
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| Got their armies and the chosen ones
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| But we’ll all be burning in the same big sun
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| When the great correction comes
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| Down through the ages lovers of the mystery
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| Been sayin' people let your love light shine
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| Poets and sages all throughout history
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| Say the light burns brightest in the darkest times
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| It’s the bitter end we’ve come down to
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| The eye of the needle that we gotta get through
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| But the end could be the start of something new
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| When the great correction comes
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| Down through the ages lovers of the mystery
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| Been sayin' people let your love light shine
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| Poets and sages all throughout history
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| Say the light burns brightest in the darkest times
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| Down to the wire running out of time
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| Still got hope in this heart of mine
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| But the future waits on the horizon line
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| For our daughters and our sons
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| I don’t know where this train’s bound
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| Whole lotta people trying to turn it around
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| Gonna shout til the walls come tumbling down
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| And the great correction comes |