| My head was spinning, I fell asleep on hallowed ground
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| I woke in the morning to the faithful standing all around
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| I’m the bastard, son of a year of sleepless nights
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| I’ve lived longer than you think, I’ve died at least twice
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| I am Holy like a TV priest and built like a sinner
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| I am not guilty, I’m the Dead Son of Reverbio
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| As lay on this hard and solid old pitch pine
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| No bullet will kill me, its a bounce back
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| I’ll let you die one death at a time
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| I’m the evil twin of myself
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| I’m the creaking door, the whiskey you should’ve left on the shelf
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| I’m the echo of the things you said, the things you should’ve done
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| I am not guilty, I’m the Red Son of Reverbio
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| Come the sunset, I will always let you down
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| Like the moonlight, you can’t hold me in your hand
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| It’s not about the gold, its all about the soul I say
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| I’ve got a poetic license to kill and I’m not afraid to use it
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| I’m the evil twin of myself
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| I’m the creaking door, the whiskey you should’ve left on the shelf
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| I’m the echo of the things you said, the things you should’ve done
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| I am not guilty, I’m the Red Son of Reverbio |