| Someone get the doctor, gypsy woman weave your magic spell
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| Shaman do your rain dance, looks like Mother Earth is mad as hell
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| Where you gonna run when the lightning strikes?
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| How you gonna put out the fire?
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| Flying like a moth to the brightest light, burning on the road of desire — huh
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| Red man sitting waiting, watching Adam’s garden go to seed
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| Dancing with the devil
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| He knows you’re gonna have to let that ole' scratch lead
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| Tell me, what you gonna do when it all goes down
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| And there ain’t another piece of the pie?
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| Old ways got to be the best ways now to pull our fats out of the fire
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| Chorus:
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| Who will inherit the wind when the shadows fall?
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| Winner takes nothing, nothing at all
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| Sparks on the horizon, smell the rain that’s coming on the wind
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| Prophet give a warning, pray before the fireworks begin
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| Better stay away from the white man’s road, better not touch what you find
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| Medicine man will be carrying the load, turning back the hands of time
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| (chorus repeats 2x)
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| There’s no time, hmmm no time at all
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| Hear that clock ticking, feel you breathing down my neck, I tell you why
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| 'Cause we’re a far cry from putting it right, and we’re a stone’s throw away
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| There’s a cold wind that’s gonna blow on you tonight, evil spirits keep away
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| Yeah yeah yeah!
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| (Solo) |