| You got to weep
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| You got to wail
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| You got to drag yourself on hands and knees bleeding
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| Another mile along the trail
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| You got to laugh in the face of the devil
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| When he’s hanging on to your shirt tail
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| You got to hold down the lid of the coffin
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| And hammer in the last nail
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| My baby’s gone so far away
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| She’s never coming back to me
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| You got to live
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| You got to learn
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| How to find your way to the end of the night
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| When there’s nowhere left to turn
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| How to keep the last embers of the fire alight
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| When there’s nothing left to burn
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| How to say goodbye to the ashes that fly
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| From the cheap metal urn
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| My baby’s gone so far away
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| She’s never coming back to me
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| She said go to sleep
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| You got to save
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| Your anger and rage for the living
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| 'Cuase they’re no damn good in the grave
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| And don’t waste your time in forgiving
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| The ones who just don’t know how to behave
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| There’s heaven and hell in the world that you live in
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| But I’m in a different place
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| My baby’s gone so far away
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| She’s never coming back to me |