It's impatience that's holding back the clocks
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It's a life of dates and documents
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The soul searchers wheel and deal
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If you're looking for repentance
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They'll hand you down a sentence
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Far away in Pittsburgh or Paris
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Love's for sale and so reasonably priced
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The answers few and far between
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It's just bedsheets my friend
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They're blowing in the wind
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Tombstone, tombstone
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I know your face one day I'll meet you
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Down at that special place
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The hard earned wisdom
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Of the night is all for hire
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And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
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Tombstone, tombstone
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There's a pump organ lives on air
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And I can hear it from the market place
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Wailing mourners in the crowd
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Someone went over the line
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Where our burning paths combine
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The parishioners pour into the square
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Thinking there but for His grace go I
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But there among the deafened ears(?)
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The neediest of sinners will forget it before dinner
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Tombstone, tombstone etc..
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Are you the jailer
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Or will you set me free
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How many misdemeanors
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In one felony
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Tombstone
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Tombstone
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Tombstone
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| Blackie & the Rodeo Kings |
