(Hetfield / Ulrich)
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Story starts, quiet town
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Small-town boy, big-time frown
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Never talks, never plays
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Different path, lost his way
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Then streets of red-red, I'm afraid-
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There's no confetti, no parade
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Nothing happens in this boring place
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But, oh my God, how it all did change
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Now they all pray,
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"Blood stain, wash away"
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He said,
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"Lost my way
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This bloody day
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Lost my way"
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I heard it
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He said,
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"Lost my way
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This bloody day
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Lost my way"
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Oh, please wash away
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But blood stained the sun red today
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I always said something's wrong
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With little, strange Ronnie Long
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Never laughed, never smiled
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Talked alone for miles and miles and miles
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"Gallow calls, son," I say
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Keep your smile and laugh all day
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Think once again in this boring place
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For little boys, how they soon change
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And they all pray,
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"Blood stain, wash away"
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He said,
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"I lost my way
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This bloody day
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Lost my way"
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I heard it
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He said,
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"I lost my way
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This bloody day
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I lost my way"
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Oh, please wash away
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But blood stained the sun red today
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Well, all the green things died when Ronnie moved to this place
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He said, "Don't you dare ask why I'm cursed to wear this face"
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Now we all know why the children called him Ronnie Frown
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When he pulled that gun from his pocket they all fall down, down, down
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He said,
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"Lost my way
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This bloody day
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Lost my way"
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Yeah, yeah
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I heard it
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He screamed,
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"Lost my way
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This bloody day
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Lost my way"
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Oh, please wash away
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But blood stained the sun red today
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All things wash away
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And they all fall down
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But blood stained the sun today
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All things wash away
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And they all fall down
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But blood stained the sun today
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Ronnie
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Metallica |