| We’re passed the end of nowhere
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| All along the worn out plane
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| Where the devil eyes await
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| And it gets too dark to rain
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| It gets too dark to rain
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| Never going through the darkness
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| Never ever leave my sight
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| There’s just too many crazes
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| And you can die just beyond the light
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| They say that Jesus saves
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| Ha well, I’ve seen none of that down here
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| I just see people with a hunger
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| I just see people with a fear
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| And I can see the jungle roaring
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| All those huddled in steam
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| Are they just some hungry mouths to feed?
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| Or the bitter end of dream?
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| Where the river comes a-rolling
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| Where the levy tends to break
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| We’re to walk the streets at night, well
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| It’s not a risk that you would take
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| 'Cause it’s cold, it’s cold down the river
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| But you can see the Memphis bell
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| This is no scene from heaven
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| This could be seen as hell
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| We’re passed the end of nowhere
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| All along the worn out plane
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| Where the devil eyes await
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| And it gets too dark to rain
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| It gets too dark to rain
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| It gets too dark |