I stare in the mirror
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My eyes refuse to blink
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Sympathy for me
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Hell I can't even think
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Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin' to rise
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I've heard it before, I know the truth from the lies
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Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder
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and all of my dreams go under
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like the fallin' rain
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Execution Day
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Voices like locusts keep smothering me
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Twistin' and turnin' my senses like a cyclone at sea
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Don't touch me now
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Won't let you crucify me
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You ain't no damn jury
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You can't pass sentence on me
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Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder
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and all of my dreams go under
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like the fallin' rain
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Whose blood on whose hand
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Where's the promsised they preached for this land
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Standin' with their bibles clutched in their hand
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Whose blood on whose hand
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Whose blood on whose hand
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[Instrumental bridge]
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Father my hand's are shakin'
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I see a light that's breakin'
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Show me a way to set my soul free
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I hope it rains on me
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Let it rain on me
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Execution Day
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Meat Loaf |