| Lost man sining for his soul
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| I saw it on Rio Bravo
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| He held the notes like rock and roll
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| And told his tale to Colorado
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| I gave up my only twin
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| I turned my face to the world of shadows
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| Sometimes the righteous win
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| Most times, it’s a losing battle
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| Swam naked in the mythic lake
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| Spent the night on the face of the earth
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| From the apple tree, I ripped a snake
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| It was a poison but I knew of its worth
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| Kept it in a box of wood
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| Fed it all my sins and apples
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| Tried to do the things I should
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| Till then, it’s a losing battle
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| It’s always been in my nature to be the beast
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| Blame the maker but stay with me
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| Drifted down to Tennessee
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| Lost my heart to a girl of silver
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| She was trying to be free
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| There was nothing to forgive her
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| By the time the fever broke
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| I’d had enough of trouble
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| That’s when trouble spoke
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| Sometimes, it’s a losing battle
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| It’s always been in my nature to be the beast
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| Blame the maker but stay with me
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| Fell into a den of thieves
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| Got lost in the caves of virtue
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| Born again and lost belief
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| Without a friend till the day I met you
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| Now I’m trying to mend my ways
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| I had enough of pain and bad will
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| Good enough for you someday
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| Till then, it’s a losing battle |