| Looking out the window, staring at the road
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| Doesn’t really matter, which way to go Everything is changing, nothing ever seems,
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| To stay the same
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| Violins and tambourines, and candy canes and magazines
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| Preacher’s sermons on the street
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| I killed a man but life is cheap they say
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| Stopped on the way home, side of the road
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| Met her at the drug store saving people’s souls
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| She offered me redemption, I’ll take a drink instead if that’s OK
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| Violins and tambourines, and candy canes and magazines
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| Preacher’s sermons on the street
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| I killed a man but life is cheap they say
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| Violins and tambourines, and candy canes and magazines
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| Preacher’s sermons on the street
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| I killed a man but life is cheap
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| Violins and tambourines and children sing songs in the street
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| Innocence is underrated, knock me out I’ll be sedated
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| Violins and tambourines and pounding drums in unity
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| Choose your soul emancipated, every time we meet she wants to save me.
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| She wants to save me Can she save me?
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| Won’t ya save me?
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| Oh yeah |