| Cross of fire pushed through my mailbox
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| Cross of fire drips down the door
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| Now cross the street to keep away, but
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| Steer the street inside the law
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| Guest or not from this location
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| Then be brazen
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| Thence be brave
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| My silence shall be your salvation
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| Just a trickle
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| Not the wave
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| See torches…
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| See the forces that protect
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| Control the wrong streets
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| In their white sheets
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| In a circle
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| In a haze
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| It’s all a haze
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| It’s all the rage
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| It’s just my rage
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| That makes me act this way
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| I’m sorry… sorry…sorry…
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| Please don’t let those shadows search…
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| My name in lights shall pose no threat
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| I’ll walk the line
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| I’ll hug the curve
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| And look away with blind respect
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| Cross of fire
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| Splashed on the courthouse…
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| Cross of fire
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| Waved from a truck…
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| That old judge just hurled the black book…
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| Silly me forgot to duck! |