| Children born to get high
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| Turn your heads to the sky
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| We’re burnin' in the heat below
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| With a thorn in the side
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| And the ocean too high
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| And the avenue’s so long
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| We’ll be sufferin' here
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| In the blood, in the fear
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| If your Judas be man
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| I will kill you if I can
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| A solitary night bird is singing
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| Over thunder-crack you’re hearing
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall
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| There’s a wraith-like like shadow appearing
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| And though my eyes are veiled
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall
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| We’ll be sufferin' here
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| In the blood, in the fear
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| If your Judas be man
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| I will kill you if I can
|
| Children born to get high
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| Turn your heads to the sky
|
| We’re burnin' in the heat below
|
| With a thorn in the side
|
| And the ocean too high
|
| And the avenue’s so long
|
| There’s a wraith-like like shadow appearing
|
| And though my eyes are veiled
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall
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| Army’s down to defeat
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| All the dogs in the street are seeking shelter before a storm
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall
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| I’m looking for the rain to fall |