there's a sad song for every heart broken
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there's a name for every fool in the book
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there's a sermon for every occasion
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there's a love song for every soul shook
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chorus:
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On the fault line of walking disasters
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well, that's the place fallen angels still fly
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and the river of love...well, it still rolls on
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long time after the well...has run dry
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if you stand and you make your confession
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in a suit of old clothes that you stole
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offering some vain protestations
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wearing some cheap cologne
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when the poor you'd hoped who keep silent
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show up on your front door stage
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and the tent cities bath in the halogen glow
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of the pale light of the new dark age
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WALKING DISASTER (Pale Light of The New Dark Age)
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| Bill Mallonee |
