| The story goes, the truth is no one knows
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| A stranger came, a man who lost his name
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| At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail
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| The took him in, he let them win
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| Over and over
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| He said if you don’t have good words to say
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| Don’t wake me up until the Judgment Day
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| 'Cause if nothing is the way it seems
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| Then this life is just a haunted dream
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| And all this love is just falling down through the years
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| And oh, I’d rather sleep
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| Wake me up on Judgment Day
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| Let me hear golden trumpets play
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| Give me life where nothing fails
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| Not a dream in a wishing well
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| A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows
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| The darkness grows, that’s how it goes
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| Over and over
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| He said I think of the beauty I’ve had
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| And all it does is make me feel so bad
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| First they make you think you’re riding high
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| Then they toss you off in the sky
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| And all this life is just falling down through the years
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| And oh, I’d rather sleep
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| Wake me up on Judgment Day
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| Let me hear golden trumpets play
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| Give me life where nothing fails
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| Not a dream in a wishing well
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| Say a prayer for the stranger
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| Listen to the stranger
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| Wake me up on Judgment Day
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| Let me hear golden trumpets play
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| Give me life where nothing fails
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| Not a dream in a wishing well |