| Shot my baby with a .45
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| I hoped to feel, I hoped to learn
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| But the minute she left, I lost the sun
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| And the minute she fell, I was on the run
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| Started that journey 'round 25
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| I hoped to heal, I hoped to love
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| But the minute I left, I turned the gun
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| What’s left to burn?
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| 'Cause I got my…
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| Brake-less El Camino
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| Tearing through the desert
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| Rising up like heat waves
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| Looking like distant seas
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| To a fool who wants water
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| There ain’t no blessing for them
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| From me
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| And like smoke from the bronze
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| Appeared the first vision
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| The sky went out that day
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| And the lightning held a grin
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| And every word was a roar
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| That beat me to my knees
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| So I stood upon them
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| Raised my gun on high
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| There ain’t no room for gods in this town
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| As smoke from the bronze
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| Appeared the next vision
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| Here comes the crystal pool
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| The golden throne
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| The joke of all years
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| Oh look it’s the book of names
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| My judges and my peers
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| To close my open eyes and end this rebel ride
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| She placed her hand on my shoulder
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| Coiled around me as a snake
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| Hissed a few words I’ll remember
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| Every life on this stake
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| And like smoke from the bronze
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| Appeared the last magician
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| There goes the bearded fool
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| To judge the rest, the rest of his children
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| One by one thrown in the abyss
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| The truth became, became the lie
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| And the fire cooled
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| The fool could not survive
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| And every enemy sang along… |