| Pour that man another
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| The things he’s seen, the things he’s done
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| His hat and cloak, the antidote
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| If the man wants to clear his debts
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| Who are we to subdue his struggle?
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| He might let you bleed if you’re nice
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| Salvation always has a price
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| Relax
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| It will all be over soon
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| My face the last thing you will see
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| Relax
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| The pain will go away
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| As I carry your body off
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| Into the arms of an old friend
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| They looks at him a s the savior
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| His raven eyes watch through dome of glass
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| His heart races and his palms they, they sweat
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| As he etches another in his book
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| He might let you bleed if you’re nice
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| Salvation always has a price
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| Relax
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| It will all be over soon
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| My face the last thing you will see
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| Relax
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| The pain will go away
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| As I carry your body off
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| Into the arms of an old friend
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| A familiar friend returns
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| To take back what was borrowed
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| A familiar friend returns
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| I will greet him with a smile
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| A familiar friend returns
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| To take back what was borrowed
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| A familiar friend returns
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| I will greet him with a smile
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| A familiar friend returns
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| To take back what was borrowed
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| A familiar friend returns
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| I will greet him with a… |