| Rode a million miles to shed my skin
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| I can’t say much about the state I’m in
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| There was a million trials, by fire to win
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| I can’t say much about where I been
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| Who I seen, shed my skin
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| What I mean, who I am
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| All that pain, in the tortured brain
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| The bodies, the death toll
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| The last question, resurrection
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| My spirit black as coal
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| The mirror reflects, what’s impossible to detect
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| The ever growing hole inside my soul
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| With all due respect, not to destroy or infect
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| The missing piece that makes my spirit whole
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| Turned a million smiles, upside down
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| Don’t know much about this border town
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| I could taste the bile, can you scratch my itch
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| And I’d be obliged if you throw the switch
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| Scratch my itch, throw the switch
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| Shed my skin and throw the switch
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| All that pain, in the tortured brain
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| The bodies, the death toll
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| The last question, resurrection
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| My spirit black as coal
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| The mirror reflects, what’s impossible to detect
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| The ever growing hole inside my soul
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| With all due respect, not to destroy or infect
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| The missing piece that makes my spirit whole
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| Hole in my soul
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| No pity on this lonesome outlaw
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| Who rides across your land
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| With a leather face and the devil’s grin
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| You can see right through me
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| I’m a bad man
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| The mirror reflects, what’s impossible to detect
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| The ever growing hole inside my soul
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| With all due respect, not to destroy or infect
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| The missing piece that makes my spirit whole
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| Hole in my soul |