| And the heart of a gun is bleeding
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| In another firing
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| In a hole as deep I’m seeing
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| All the dark of fire
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| See the willow tree is shining
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| In the world that we create
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| And the beat of the drums I’m feeling
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| As the blood of the rain
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| There’s no time left to heal my creeping
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| There’s no time to advise my seeding
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| There’s no time for heat to burn out
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| There’s no time to aside my breeding
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| In the mist of dawn I’m leaving
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| And I’m going to change my name now
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| And the soul of the poor is going to fade out
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| Heaven as wide is waiting
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| When I take it inside
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| When I break within
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| When I rake this thin line
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| Then I think I know
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| When I take it inside
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| Every time I feel
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| When I hear this lost cry
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| Then I take it in
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| When I take it inside
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| Every time I feel
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| When I hear this lost cry
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| A restless tear has gone by
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| When I take it inside
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| When I break within
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| When I rake this thin line
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| Every night I every night I …
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| And the heart of a gun is bleeding
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| In another firing
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| In a hole as deep I’m seein
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| All the dark of fire
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| When the flame just as weak is growing
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| On the road to sweet pain
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| There’s no time to hide, I’m saying
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| And I know what I feel |