| They say that no man is an island
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| And good things come to those who wait
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| But the things I hear are there
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| Just to remind me
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| Every dog will have his day
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| The spirits they intoxicate me
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| I watched them infiltrate my soul
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| They try to say it’s too late for me
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| Tell my guns I’m coming home
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| I swear I’m gonna live forever
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| Tell my maker he can wait
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| I’m riding somewhere south of heaven
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| Heading back to Santa Fe
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| It’s judgement day in Santa Fe
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| Once I was promised absolution
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| There’s only one solution for my sins
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| You gotta face your ghosts and know
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| With no illusions
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| That only one of you is going home again
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| And I blame this world for making
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| A good man evil
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| It’s this world that can drive a
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| Good man mad
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| And it’s this world that turns a killer
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| Into a hero
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| Well I blame this world for making
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| A good man bad
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| Now I ain’t getting into heaven
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| If the devil has his way
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| I swear I’m gonna live forever
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| Heading back to Santa Fe
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| Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
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| It’s judgement day in Santa Fe
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| Solo
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| So I save a prayer
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| For when I need it most
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| To the Father, Son
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| And the Holy Ghost
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| And sign it from a sinner
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| With no name
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| When I meet my maker
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| When I close the book
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| On the hearts I broke
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| And the lives I took
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| Will he walk away
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| 'Cause my soul’s
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| Too late to save
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| Now I ain’t getting into heaven
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| If the devil has his way
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| I swear I’m gonna live forever
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| Heading back to Santa Fe
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| Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
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| It’s judgement day in Santa Fe |