| Well here lies one who used to stand up
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| To the darkness born in man
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| And blindly follow faith into the light
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| Let the fire burn a lullaby
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| Straight to the heart straight through the night
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| A tale of teaching man to get it right
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| Well she had promised all to me
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| A grown woman still yet to be
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| With eyes as wide as Colorado plains
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| But souls like hers are far and rare
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| And don’t deserve the world we share
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| And finally left it peaceful as she came
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| City on fire
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| It’s getting away
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| The river’s dry
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| There ain’t been rain
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| The wind still blows
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| Spark to flame
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| Don’t take the child
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| City on fire
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| Well I didn’t shed a tear
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| Shed enough by then that year
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| Fertile seeds of vengeance sprouting like a grain
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| My heart grew dense like ancient wood
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| Choking out the last of my good
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| Leaving only murder on the brain
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| City on fire
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| It’s getting away
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| The river’s dry
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| There ain’t been rain
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| The wind still blows
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| Spark to flame
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| Don’t take the child
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| City on fire
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| City on fire
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| It’s getting away
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| The river’s dry
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| There ain’t been rain
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| The wind still blows
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| Spark to flame
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| Don’t take the child
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| City on fire
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| Well Fate is just a word until
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| Fortune meets a patient will
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| And you find yourself a gun against your neck
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| «You've seen my face,» he heard me cry
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| And I could see he was scared to die
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| Til I spoke her name to the center of his deck
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| City on fire
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| It’s getting away
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| The river’s dry
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| There ain’t been rain
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| The wind still blows
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| Spark to flame
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| Don’t take the child
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| City on fire
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| City on fire
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| It’s getting away
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| The river’s dry
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| There ain’t been rain
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| The wind still blows
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| Spark to flame
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| Don’t take the child
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| City on fire |