Everyday on my way home
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The clouds would break and the angels
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Would sing their refrain
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This world's an ungodly place
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Strangled by vines unchaste
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So with my shining blade of steel
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I would cut a path wide
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Dipped in the ink of the fight
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Written clean through the night
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Mark my words upon the front page
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To set my world straight
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It's too late, it's too late
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It's too late, it's too late
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Just like I found it, my world is split
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Right down the spine
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Years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning
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My blade's back slash beckoning
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Slice my wounds and I make the sign one more time
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Come on. come on. come home. come home
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Yeah it's too late, it's too late
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It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain...
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Did those angels ever sing?
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Letter To Bowie Knife
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| Calexico |
