Well it's 3 o'clock in the early morn'
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You've got your bedface on
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At the break of dawn
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So you light another cig
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And say your prayers
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The thief has come
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Equipped with his gun
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Come on now
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Well he came without warning
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Like three thousand men swarming
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Right out of the sky, like a torch in the night
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Well the rocks were screaming
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and said it was dreaming
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I've been here before,
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When I was killed in the war
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There's a man who can decide
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Between what's wrong and what's right
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There's a son who won't fight for
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What his father thinks is right
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Like Judas of old, with a kiss
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You'll be sold,
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And those who deny,
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Will drop like flies
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The Return
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| The Black Angels |
