| Well it’s the season of thunder and the season of rain
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| All the little angels are growing wings of pain
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| And I see no point in asking there’s no point of return
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| When I steal his wings well I know I’ll have to burn
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| He said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
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| He said, «You bring me down oh child.»
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| And I will fly through the lightness when the thunder will strike
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| All tomorrow’s parties will dance before my eyes
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| And I will scream like an eagle when I fly 'bove your house
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| Just to bring salvation to peasants and their wives
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| He said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
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| He said, «You bring me down oh child.»
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| I ain’t gonna walk the line
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| Well I see Jesus and Judas making love now of course
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| And all the roman emperors hanging up their horse
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| And I see no point in landing I see no need to learn
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| From the day we lifted we know we’ll have to burn
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| He said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
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| He said, «You bring me down oh child.»
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| I ain’t gonna walk the line
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| I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
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| I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
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| I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
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| I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
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| I ain’t gonna walk the line
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| I feel the arrows and bullets they are combing my hair
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| And all my feathers falling so slowly from the air
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| And from the speed on my body earth will pile up my bones
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| From a little skull oh just a little whisper comes
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| It said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
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| It said, «You bring me down oh child.»
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| I ain’t gonna walk the line |