| I stood in disbelief wonderin' when the madness is gonna be done
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| The gravest tears had come up on me in consequence, Route 91
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| Then I was in a studio, once again, I broke down and cried
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| A voice come on my headphones, told me Tom Petty died
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| And all the rock gods are dead or dying
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| Seems the whole world is broken and crying
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| It is more than prayers we’re needing
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| We’re all on a cross, alone and bleeding
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| And hey, engineer, don’t play it back
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| This train we’re on’s comin' off the tracks
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| Ain’t nobody left to sing the blues the way they supposed to be sung
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| Everybody’s talkin', nobody’s listenin', it’s like we’re just speakin' in
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| tongues
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| There’s a beauty that we witness when standin' in a sacred place
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| Yet lookin' at the disarray down here, you’d think maybe God’s run out of grace
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| And all the rock gods are dead or dying
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| Seems the whole world is broken and crying
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| It is more than prayers we’re needing
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| We’re all on a cross, alone and bleeding
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| And hey, engineer, don’t play it back
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| This train we’re on’s comin' off the tracks
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| We were as beautiful as angels, one was born with virtue and trust
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| Then our innocence was lost, burned off or turned to rust
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| But we’re betrayed by black when shadows risin' in the darkness at dusk
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| Steering us away from the light, little broken toys in the dust
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| And all the rock gods are dead or dying
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| Seems the whole world is broken and crying
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| It is more than prayers we’re needing
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| We’re all on a cross, alone and bleeding
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| And hey, engineer, don’t play it back
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| This train we’re on’s comin' off the tracks |