| Gospel of a bullet
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| The only faith I know
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| I see you pray at the waters
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| Do you repent the sins you sow
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| Tell me now of this fortune
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| You insist I follow through
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| Do not lie of the man I shot
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| In my wake do dead haunt you
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| Hatchet Jack kept the books
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| Of the lost banshee mines
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| Preacher Mordecai Gates, knows
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| Marshall Black will hunt for you
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| Tell me how we find the mines
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| Tell me who I see
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| Come up from off your kneew
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| Speak now what you keep from me
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| Under the alter
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| They keep the map in a vaulted case
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| Marshall Black has the key
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| Upon the land in his place
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| I will find and steal the key
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| While Mordecai is fast asleep
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| The I’ll creep into your room
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| Fine company you shall keep
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| Go
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| Into the night
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| Hide
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| Stay from ones sight
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| Watch
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| For my return
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| Burn
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| One candle’s light
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| Gospel of a bullet
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| The only faith I know
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| I’ve seen you pray at the waters
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| Did you repent the sins you sow
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| Now I’m told of this fortune
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| I insist you follow through
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| Do not lie to me tonight
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| In my wake do dead haunt you |