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| In the howling wind | comes a stinging rain |
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| See it driving nails | into the | souls on a tree of pain |
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| From the firefly | a | red-orange glow |
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| I see the face of fear |
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| Running | scared in the valley below |
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| Oooooooooo |
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| Oooooooooo |
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| Bullet the blue sky |
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| Bullet the blue sky |
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| In locust wind | comes a rattle and hum |
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| Jacob wrestled the angel |
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| And the | angel was overcome |
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| She had a demon seed |
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| She rase flower of fire |
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| I see her burning crosses |
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| I see the flames higher and higher |
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| Oooooooooo |
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| Oooooooooo |
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| Bullet the blue sky |
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| Bullet the blue sky |
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| And I see her come up to me |
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| Her | dress red |
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| Like a rose on a thorn bush |
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| Like all the colors of a royal flush |
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| And she's pealing off those dollar bills |
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| slapping them down |
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| One hundred |
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| Two hundred |
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| And I can see those fighter planes |
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| And I can see those fighter planes |
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| Across the mud huts where the children sleep |
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| Through the alleys and quiet city streets |
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| Up a staircase to the first floor |
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| I turn the key and slowly unlock the door |
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| A | man breathes into a saxophone |
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| Through the walls we hear the city groan |
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| Outside it's America |
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| Outside it's America |
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| "So I'm back in my hotel room, |
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| With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme, |
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| In the next room I hear some woman scream out, |
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| That her lover's turning off, |
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| Turning on the television, |
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| I can't tell the difference between |
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| ABC news, Hill Street Blues |
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| And some preacher in the old time gospel hour |
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| Stealing money from the sick and the old |
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| Well the God I believe in ain't short of cash Mister |
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| See across the view |
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| See the sky ripped open |
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| See the | rain pounding the women and children |
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| Who run |
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| Into the | arms of | America...... |