A crooked road on a country mile
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The widow walks from a letter found
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(And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief
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(That) what's done is done and it's dine for good
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Afterwards
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Aftershocks in afterhours
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The truth it blurs
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O glass palace
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O glass palace
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Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave
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The bullets flew, his luck it finally came
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That crooked road was long and he would never see it
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Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed
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Afterwards
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Aftershocks in afterhours
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The truth it blurs
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O glass palace
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O glass palace
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Heard it all
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I heard it shatter
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Afterwards
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Aftershocks in afterhours
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The truth it blurs
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O glass palace
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O glass palace
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Heard it all
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I heard it shatter
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Glass Palace
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| The Walkabouts |
