| Cold, weary old bones, I know you’re tired, and you want to go home
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| Words, bullets and stones, never leave you, but you’re always alone
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| Oh bless my soul, the things you’ve seen
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| Oh bless my soul, the places we’ve been
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| Brave angry sun, I know you’ve got it out for someone
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| Someone who tried, but you swore they’d never take you alive
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| Oh bless my soul, the things you’ve seen
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| Oh bless my soul, the places we’ve been
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| Cold, weary old bones, I know you’re tired, and you want to go home
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| Words, bullets and stones, never leave you, but you’re always alone
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| Oh bless my soul, the things you’ve seen
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| Oh bless my soul, the places we’ve been
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| Brave angry sun, I know you’ve got it out for someone
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| Someone who tried, but you swore they’d never take you alive
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| Oh bless my soul, the things you’ve seen
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| Oh bless my soul, the places we’ve been
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| Cold weary old bones, I’m yours and you are my own
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| Words, bullets and stones, break us down, oh, but build us a home
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| Oh bless my soul, the things you’ve seen
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| Oh bless my soul, the places we’ve been
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| Cold, weary old bones, I know you’re tired, and you want to go home |