| Well I’ve been up to the mountain
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| Seen the ashes down below
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| I had breakfast with the wise man
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| He told me what he thought I should know
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| And I’ve been to bed with Jezebel
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| And I found the well was deep
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| And I’d trade in my ambitions
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| For a warmer place to sleep
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| Well I’ve seen the heart of darkness
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| Read the writing on the wall
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| And the voice out in the desert
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| Was the voice out in the hall
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| And once he called me Abel
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| And once he called me Cain
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| And for forty days and forty nights
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| I slept out in the rain
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| Girl can you share your warm bed tonight
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| I need to find a safe retreat
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| Someplace where they can’t see my eyes
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| I need to find a warmer place to sleep
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| Well I rested in the devil’s arms
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| I’ve chased the hounds of hell
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| I played truth or dare with the angels
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| And as far as I can tell
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| That a heart of gold ain’t no better
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| Than a heart torn from the street
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| And I’d trade in my heart of stone
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| For a warmer place to sleep
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| Girl can you share your warm bed tonight
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| I need to find a safe retreat
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| Someplace where they can’t see my eyes
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| I need to find a warmer place to sleep |