| There’s no harm from the eyes of passion
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| All around you as they soon they raise their hands up
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| Like the ultimate consoled decisions
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| Now they’re hiding from that hallway spirit
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| Little devil’s got his hell fire burning for you
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| They about to lose their sad religion
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| You don’t cry no tears
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| Your drunken daughters, you push them away
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| But no, they won’t give up
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| Don’t cry no tears
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| Your son’s a preacher
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| They push you away but no, you won’t give up
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| Don’t cry no tears
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| Your drunken daughters, you push them away
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| But no, they won’t give up
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| Don’t cry no tears
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| Your son’s a preacher
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| They push you away but no, you won’t give up
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| Why don’t you read my hand must strike
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| When I found that angel by my side
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| Be forever by my side
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| If it were a dream I’d never smile
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| Never felt that devil by my side
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| It’d be forever by my side |