| Who are we sometimes I wonder
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| Mercenaries or lovers
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| On this side of the thunder
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| It can be awful hard to know
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| Sell our love for the paycheck or
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| Spend the night on the freight deck
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| For all the dues that we collect
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| Our hearts can be overdrawn
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| Dead in the water
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| Like lamb to the slaughter
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| If the wind doesn’t sing her song
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| And I’m speaking in tongues
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| Cause I need a Holy Ghost
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| The geeks they can smell when you’re coming
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| Even out in the cold
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| They’ll wait you out yeah
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| They’ll grind you down
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| But they’re gonna get what they’re owed
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| I know the red thread unravels
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| I know you’re blue and you’re black
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| But there’s still time if you don’t mind
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| The way that the odds are stacked
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| Dead in the water
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| Like lamb to the slaughter
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| If the wind doesn’t sing her song
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| And I’m speaking in tongues
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| Cause I need a Holy Ghost |