| I wash my hands in the blood filled stream
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| I wipe the dust from the crumbled spire
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| We’ve got our souls in tact but there’s no shade under the trees
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| Although we run, where we get tired
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| And so, we’re moving on
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| But the road is long
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| Don’t get your hopes up
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| You better, keep your head down son
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| Ain’t no time to cry
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| You better say goodbye
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| Don’t get your hopes up
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| You better, keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| We run towards the land of dreams
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| To run away from smoke and fire
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| But there’s no welcome mat and there’s no cross that’s evergreen
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| Is there nowhere to retire?
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| And so, we’re moving on
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| But the road is long
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| Don’t get your hopes up
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| You better, keep your head down son
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| Ain’t no time to cry
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| You better say goodbye
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| Don’t get your hopes up
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| You better, keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| We are all your family
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| And we are all your sons and daughters
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| That’s your baby in the sea
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| That you have lead on to this slaughter
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
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| Keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son
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| Higher than a bird, live to live another day
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| Keep your head down son
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| Live to live another day, oh yeah
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| Keep your head down son
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| And so, we’re moving on
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| But the road is long
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| Don’t get your hopes up
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| You better, keep your head down son
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| Ain’t no time to cry
|
| You better say goodbye
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| Don’t get your hopes up
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| You better, keep your head down son
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| Keep your head down son |