| I rode myself into the ground
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| But hell, it’s almost over now
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| I don’t see nothing but the light
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| Darkness filled my days
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| The rising sun has shown the way
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| And I don’t see nothing but the light
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| A preacher’s lesson, simply armageddon
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| The devil, he knows how to write
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| Killer of men, no way to save them
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| Hey now we all have to die
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| You wouldn’t think that out here
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| A man could simply run clear
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| Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, nothing but the light
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| They took my ears in Omaha
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| I thought me dead but I weren’t at all
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| And I left them bleeding in the mud
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| They ran in me for horse thievery
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| Between my eyes for all to see
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| And I left them bleeding in the mud
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| When this wall was made
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| It was never meant to save everyone in kind
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| I don’t believe God much had me, had me much in mind
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| You wouldn’t think that out here
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| A man could simply run clear
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| Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, there’s nothing but the light
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| So tell the barkeep, «What is there to drink?»
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| Just a minimal risk of blindness or death
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| It all taste of ashes, seems that’s always what we get
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| It’s all they have to give
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| You wouldn’t think that out here
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| A man could simply run clear
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| Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my,
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| Nothing but the light |