| I saw you with your suitcase
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| And your guitar in your hand
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| And your blue suede shoes were pointing
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| Toward the promised land some men are ruined by failure
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| Some by their success
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| Some men are ruined by the wiles of a
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| Wicked woman in a low-cut dress
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| Those heading for destruction are blind and they cannot see
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| And where they’re gonna wake up is a dangerous place to be
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| You will have to choose over and over
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| Or you’ll sing the blues over and over
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| Are you gonna lose over and over
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| Or change the way you live
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| Instrumental passage
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| Falling down the scarlet staircase
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| Comes jubal’s last band
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| They can’t see the cross cause they’re too busy listening
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| To the clapping of one hand
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| I’ll be waiting in armageddon
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| When the lawyers come around
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| I’ll be praying for the strength of samson
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| To pull the courtroom down
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| Don’t let anybody tell you that your soul is already free
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| 'cause you’ll die and where you’ll wake up is a dangerous place to be
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| You will have to choose over and over
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| Or you’ll sing the blues over and over
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| Are you gonna lose over and over
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| Or change the way you live
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| Like the chief of sinners among absolute beginners
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| Busy dying the daily death
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| Falling down in loneliness but i rose up in peacefulness
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| And now i’m living from breath to breath
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| Instrumental
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| Well i am only human
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| Everybody knows my sin
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| They bring it up in conversation
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| Again and again
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| I may have had a broken spirit
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| But i was trying to do my best
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| And the ones who refuse to forgive me should just stone me
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| So i can get some rest
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| You’ve got to learn to believe what you cannot see
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| Or where you’re gonna wake up is a dangerous place to be
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| You will have to choose over and over
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| Or you’ll sing the blues over and over
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| Are you gonna lose over and over
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| Or change the way you live
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| Does He have to die over and over
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| Be crucified over and over
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| Will you live the lies over and over
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| Or change the way you live
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| Looking for direction waiting for a sign
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| Standing still on the road i was on
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| I keep coming to the crossroads and sometimes there’s no warning saying
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| This way to babylon
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| Instrumental passage and travail
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| I’m looking for a sign to follow and a road to travel on
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| Until i get a clear direction i’m stranded on babylon
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| I’m looking for a sing to follow and a road to travel on
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| Until i get a clear direction i’m stranded in babylon |