| I had jade colored eyes
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| That shimmered in the sun
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| If you stared at them too long
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| You’d catch a glimpse of what I’d done
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| The faces of the damned
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| And all the butchered lambs
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| If I had to do it over
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| I just would’ve done it slower
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| When we meet
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| You will see
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| I will destroy everything of beauty
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| When we meet
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| Then you’ll know
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| I’ll be the axe that clears the forest
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| When I had my fill and tasted every kill
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| There was nothin' left to do
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| But bow out of this world
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| I heard tell of a place
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| Where the dead walk tall and proud
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| Where men like me were needed
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| To thin the growing crowd
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| Deep below the dunes I roved
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| Past the rows
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| Past the rows
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| Beside the acacias freshly in bloom
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| I sent men to their doom
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| I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
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| With no place to lay my head
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| And the sound of the rain against the roof
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| Was loud enough to wake the dead
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| And my legs were tired and my feet were cold
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| All I could do was get back on the road
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| So I came upon a shanty town
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| Full of bitter men
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| Where carved into a crude wood sign
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| It read 'Welcome to the end'
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| For a dollar you could buy a girl
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| Of every possible design
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| But you couldn’t find one decent man
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| Or a word spoken kind
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| Whiskey was for supper
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| A man couldn’t ask for better
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| When we meet
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| You will see
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| I will destroy everything of beauty
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| When we meet
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| Then you’ll know
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| I’ll be the axe that clears the forest
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| I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
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| With no place to lay my head
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| The sound of the rain against the roof
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| Was loud enough to wake the dead
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| And my legs were tired and my feet were cold
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| All I could do was get back on the road
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| We were left alone
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| Left alone
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| Every king on his lonely throne
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| We were left alone
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| Left alone
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| Every king on his lonely throne |