My soul is weak
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my eyes are blind
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the fire that drove me on
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is nothing more than dust and ash
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the day my friend was gone
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Now we got his name on a rock again
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this time it's the last
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party is over fire
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so put your hand in my hand
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and maybe we'll forget
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that life had even started
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before the day we met
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my rotten bones full of holes
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skin just holds 'em in
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might look like I'm damaged
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but the damage is deep within
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so put your hand in my hand
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and maybe we'll forget
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that life had even started
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before the day we met
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The Ballad Of Richie Lee
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| Spiritualized |
