| Take an eye for an eye
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| A tooth for a tooth
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| Just like they say in the Bible
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| Never leave a trace or forget a face
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| Of any man at the table
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| Any man at the table
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| When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger
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| And it’s sharp enough to draw blood from a stone
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| He rides through your dreams on a coach
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| And horses and the fence posts
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| In the moonlight look like bones
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| Well they’ve stopped trying to hold him
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| With mortar, stone and chain
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| He broke out of every prison
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| Boots mount the staircase
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| The door is flung back open
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| He’s not there for he has risen
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| He’s not there for he has risen
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| Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string
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| He’s been seen at the table with kings
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| Well he once saved a baby from drowning
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| There are those that say beneath his coat there are wings
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| Some say they fear him
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| Others admire him
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| Because he steals his promise
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| One look in his eye
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| Everyone denies
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| Ever having met him
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| Ever having met him
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| He can turn himself into a stranger
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| Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide
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| He was born away in a cornfield
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| A fever beats in his head like a drum inside
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| Some say they fear him
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| Others admire him
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| Because he steals his promise
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| One look in his eye
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| Everyone denies
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| Ever having met him
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| Ever having met him |