With contrite hearts on the blackest of days
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We've done our deeds but now we have to pay
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The social call; the presidents not home
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The gossip line "we never would have known"
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I awoke to the sound of singing in the streets <i>[x2]
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The sorrow fell like the setting sun
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On dusty streets the sound of running in our heads
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As we hung like leaves from the trees
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Shooting from the hip we live our lives so precariously
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Breathing deeply for the last time I can see
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The lights shining just for me...
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Built to last
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This winters going to end
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The sun will shine on our faces
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Life begins...
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Swing low, Sweet chariot
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Carry me home <i>[x2]
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Ride till sunset leave it all behind <i>[x2]
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and go
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Cowboys never die <i>[x4]
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Built to last
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This winters going to end
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The sun will shine on our faces
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Life begins...
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When life ends life begins <i>[x2]
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Again and again.
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High Noon
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| Burden Of A Day |
