| Give me back my broken night
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| My mirrored room, my secret life
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| it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture
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| Give me absolute control
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| Over every living soul
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| And lie beside me, baby, that's an order!
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| Give me crack and anal sex
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| Take the only tree that's left
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| and stuff it up the hole in your culture
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| Give me back the Berlin wall
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| give me Stalin and St Paul
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| I've seen the future, brother:
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| it is murder.
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| Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
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| Won't be nothing
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| Nothing you can measure anymore
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| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
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| has crossed the threshold
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| and it has overturned
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| the order of the soul.
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| When they said REPENT REPENT
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said REPENT REPENT
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said REPENT REPENT
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| I wonder what they meant.
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| You don't know me from the wind
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| you never will, you never did
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| I'm the little Jew
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| who wrote the Bible
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| I've seen the nations rise and fall
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| I've heard their stories, heard them all
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| but love's the only engine of survival
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| You're servant here, he has been told
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| to say it clear, to say it cold:
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| It's over, it ain't going any further
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| And now the wheels of heaven stop
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| you feel the devil's riding crop
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| Get ready for the future:
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| it is murder.
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| Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
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| Won't be nothing
|
| Nothing you can measure anymore
|
| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
|
| has crossed the threshold
|
| and it has overturned
|
| the order of the soul.
|
| When they said REPENT REPENT
|
| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said REPENT REPENT
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said REPENT REPENT
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| I wonder what they meant.
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| There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code
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| Your private life will suddenly explode
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| There'll be phantoms
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| There'll be fires on the road
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| and the white man dancing
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| You'll see a woman
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| hanging upside down
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| her features covered by her fallen gown
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| and all the lousy little poets coming round
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| tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
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| and the white man dancin'.
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| Give me back the Berlin wall
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| Give me Stalin and St Paul
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| Give me Christ
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| or give me Hiroshima
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| Destroy another fetus now
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| We don't like children anyhow
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| I've seen the future, baby:
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| it is murder. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straighten Him Out, artist - Wynonie Harris. Album song Wynonie Harris Selected Favorites Volume 5, in the genre Блюз