| Story starts, quiet town
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| Small town boy, big time frown
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| Never talks, never plays
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| Different path, lost his way
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| Then streets of red, red, I’m afraid
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| There’s no confetti, no parade
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| Nothing happens in this boring place
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| But, oh my God, how it all did change
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| Now, they all pray
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| «Bloodstain, wash away»
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| He said
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| «Lost my way
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| This bloody day
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| Lost my way»
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| I heard it
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| He said
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| «Lost my way
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| This bloody day
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| Lost my way»
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| Oh, please wash away
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| But blood stained the sun red today
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| I always said something’s wrong
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| With little, strange Ronnie Long
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| Never laughed, never smiled
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| Talked alone for miles and miles and miles
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| «Gallows calls, son,» I say
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| Keep your smile and laugh all day
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| Think once again in this boring place
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| For little boys, how they soon change
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| And they all pray
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| «Bloodstain, wash away»
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| He said
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| «I lost my way
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| This bloody day
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| Lost my way»
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| I heard it
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| He said
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| «I lost my way
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| This bloody day
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| I lost my way»
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| Oh, please wash away
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| But blood stained the sun red today
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, well all the green things died
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| When Ronnie moved to this place
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| He said, don’t you dare ask
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| Why I’m cursed to wear this face
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| Now we all know why
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| Children called him Ronnie Frown
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| When he pulled that gun from his pocket
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| And they’d all fall down, down, down
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| He said
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| «Lost my way
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| This bloody day
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| Lost my way
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I heard it
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| He screamed
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| «Lost my way
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| This bloody day
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| Lost my way»
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| Oh, please wash away
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| But blood stained the sun red today
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| (That's right)
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| All things wash away…
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| (And they’d all fall down)
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| But blood stained the sun today…
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| All things wash away…
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| (And they’d all fall down)
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| But blood stained the sun today… |