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In the fire, the king will come.
Thunder rolls, piper and drum. Evil sons, overrun, Count their sins - judgment comes. The checkerboard of nights and days - Man will die, man be saved. The sky will fall, the earth will pray, When judgment comes to claim its day. See the word of the prophet On a stone in his hand. Poison pen revelation, Or just a sign in the sand? The checkerboard of nights and days - Man will die, man be saved. The sky will fall, the earth will pray, When judgment comes to claim its day. See the word of the prophet On a stone in his hand. Poison pen revelation, Or just a sign in the sand? |
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I'm leaving to search for something new
Leaving everything I ever knew A hundred years in the sunshine Hasn't taught me all there is to know In the valley, we will gather there Helpless in our surrender Tomorrow the plow becomes the sword Make us stronger in our danger Time will pass away Time will guard our secret I'll return again To fight another day [Chorus x3:] I'd have to be a warrior A slave I couldn't be A soldier and a conqueror Fighting to be free |
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Throw down the sword,
The fight is done and over, Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle And turn my weary eyes for home. There were times when I stood at death's own door Only hoping for an answer. Throw down the sword, And leav |
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It happened in an open field
Down in a southern state And no one knows the reason why Some would say it's hate They shot the guy who sold the dogs It came as some surprise And to a lady standing there Brought sadness to her eyes She's a rock and roll widow living in this town Another rock and roll widow since they gunned him down The heat of day still hung around As night began to fall The sheriff came up from the town In answer to the call The band played on in darkness Not knowing what to do As people ran from side to side Just looking for a clue |
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We'll be leaving this town in the morning
Tommorrow we'll be able to see I've had me enough of this city And she's had enough out of me I'm turning my sights on the country Sold everything that I own I'm heading away from the bright lights Looking for where the wind blows Say if I climbed to the mountains Would you still follow me there Steal me away in an echo The mountains will always be there |
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You got me running
You got me hiding You got me run, hide, hide, run Anywhere you want me to go Yeah, yeah, yeah You got me doin' what you want, babe Baby, what you want me to do I'm goin' up I'm goin down I'm goin' up, down , down, up Any way you want me to go Yeah, yeah, yeah You got me doin' what you want, babe Baby, what you want me to do |
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Bird rise high from the cinders
Leave it all far behind All the ruins and the fire Bird raise your head from the ashes Many men lay dead You can see them like I Phoenix rise Raise your head to the sky |
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I thought i had a girl
And all because i seen her. I thought i had a girl And all because i seen her. Her hair was golden brown (yes it was) Blowin' free like a cornfield. She was far awayI found it hard to reach her. She told me you can try But it's impossible to find her. In my dreams everything was all right - In your schemes you can only try. |
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I'm wondering why your face no longer shines,
I'm wondering why your face no longer shines. I'm wondering why You're always on my mind. I'm stll wondering Give me a little more time. I need to know why I can't see your tears, I need to know why I can't s |
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Lady whiskey, such a sad sight
Stumblin' as she walks She even hates herself sometimes Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night Drowns her sorrow Eases her pain Waits for tomorrow When she'll do the same again Lady whiskey's got a man Man is just like her Try to fit the key in the door He comes home on Saturday night Drowns his sorrow Eases his pain Waits for tomorrow When he'll do the same again Lady whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way When she comes home on Saturday night Drowns her sorrow Eases her pain Waits for tomorrow When she'll do the same again Lady whiskey, she gets sick When she goes downtown One day drink's gonna put her down She won't come home on Saturday night |
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Bird rise high from the cinders
Leave it all far behind All the ruins and the fire Bird raise your head from the ashes Many men lay dead You can see them like I Phoenix rise Raise your head to the sky |
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