It? impatience that? holding back the clocks
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It? a life of dates and documents
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The soul searchers wheel and deal
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If you?e looking for repentance
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They?l hand you down a sentence
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Far away in Pittsburg or Paris
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Love? for sale and so reasonably priced
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The answers are few and far between
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It just bed sheets, my friend
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They?e blowin?in the wind
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Chorus
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Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face
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One day I?l meet you down at that special place
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The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
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And I can? tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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There? a pump organ that lives on air
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I can hear it from the market place
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Pallid mourners in the crowd
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Some are withered but alive
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Where a burnin?past can find
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The parishioners pour into the square
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Thinking there before his grace go I
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By they are mum with deafened ears
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The neediest of sinners
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Will forget it before dinner
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Chorus
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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I know your face
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One day I?l meet you down at that special place
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The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
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And I can? tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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Are you the jailer or will you set me free
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How many misdemeanors can one felony
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Tombstone
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Chorus
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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I know your face
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One day I?l meet you down at that special place
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The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
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And I can? tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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Tombstone, Tombstone
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Tombstone
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| The Band |
