At the end of the road,
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He calls everyone home.
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And the fire will consume us, striking through to the bone.
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At the end of the road,
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You will soon hear him call.
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As the congregations crumble,
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And the chapels will fall.
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And the taste on your tongue
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Well it comes, yeah it comes
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With the bittersweet pang of remorse and pain.
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Till the judgment is made
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The prosecution's won.
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The gavel has fallen
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And justice is done.
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The courtroom clears
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I'm left alone on the bench.
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My wife and children gone,
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Along with the defense.
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The bailiff leads me back to my cell,
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Like the riverman ferrying me to hell.
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I can't blame him to hate me for what I’ve done
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I hear them whispering in the hall:
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"You'll live and die by the gun"
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All I can do is sit here and pray,
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I'll be forgiven on judgment day.
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Tell my wife in our yard
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Buried underneath the pine,
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There's a shoebox full of money,
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Of which I never earned a dime.
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Use it to start over, the way things should've been..
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Live honest,
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Love again.
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Tell my wife, tell my kids;
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I never meant for this to happen!
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When they flipped the switch,
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Please do not stay,
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I couldn't bear for you-
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To remember me this way.
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End Of The Road
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| Murder By Death |
