46 lines
1003 B
Plaintext
46 lines
1003 B
Plaintext
I know a place
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Where the wounded go
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For cold souls unaware
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With no self control
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I know a place
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Where the broken and wounded go
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You just sit back and listen
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And just do what you're told
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Never knowing how things
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Could have been as you grow old
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This is your time and it's wearing thin
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Don't let this happen again and again
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You can catch me in a storm
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Of thoughts and prayers
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Sleep away your American nightmare
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I won't lie with you in your grave
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Sleep away your American nightmare
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Sleep, it. Sleep it away,
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Your American nightmare
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You just sit back and listen
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And just do what you're told
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Never knowing how things
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Could have been as you grow old
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This is your time and its wearing thin
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Don't let this happen again and again
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I may be wounded
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I don't need to be saved
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And though I'm wounded
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I don't need to be saved
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I won't lie, I won't lie,
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With you in your grave
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So put your fist in the air
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To the sound of the new beat
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Name Death Beds
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Artist Stray From The Path
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Album Rising Sun
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