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Another ending on your story
Now I'll have to speak to you from a distance
Because I tend to forget my duty
when I get to close to your resistance
Say what you have to say
I know it isn't you anyway
Use all the colours that you want to
I'll use black (2X)
I tend to forget my duty
but this time I'll use black
I tend to forget my duty
but this time I'll use black (2X)
This time I'll use black (2X)
I'll use black (2X)
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Go, repress your prudent side
It's beautiful but plastic
Go, reveal darker sides
Killing is never to drastic
Go, turn to the assassin
Go, make an appointment with the assassin
Turn to the assassin (4X)
Go, turn to the assassin
Go, make an appointment with the assassin
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It's official now
From exception to rule
From your pen to everyone's mouth
Rewritten and translated
to fit everyone's taste (2X)
The beauty is gone - move on
It's gone - move on
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Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
Refrain: The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
Refrain
Now tom said mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes mom you'll see me.
Refrain
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