| There’s a man looking blank to the wall
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| Older, colder and mumbling
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| Looking over his shoulder
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| Until the break of dawn
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| His eyes will not close
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| All the days are the same getting down
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| At the bar and he’s mumbling
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| About the war and lost ones
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| Until the break of dawn
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| And where are his loved ones?
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| Oh baby it’s oh so cold in this place
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| Oh maybe it’s all so close to the bitter end
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| Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell
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| I’m all alone, and here comes the dawn
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| Hearing boots walking into the bar
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| Four men dragging their boxes
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| People stare and smell trouble
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| Until the break of dawn, the four men will go
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| Oh baby it’s oh so cold in this place
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| Oh maybe it’s all so close to the bitter end
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| Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell
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| I’m all alone, and here comes the dawn
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| And the four men starts to open every case
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| And people wonder
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| When they pull out their instruments and play
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| Dear people we are the guitar gangsters
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| And we are here to join you
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| And ease the pain you’re in
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| Now listen
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| Hearing boots walking out of the bar
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| Four men dragging their boxes
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| People smile and they’re roaring
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| Until the break of dawn, a new day is born
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| Oh baby it’s oh so cold in this place
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| Oh maybe it’s all so close to the bitter end
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| Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell
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| I’m all alone, and here comes the dawn
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| Dear people we are the guitar gangsters
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| And we are here to join you
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| And ease the pain you’re in
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| Now listen
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| Dear ladies and gentlemen
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| We thank you for your kindness
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| We’re on the road again, forever |