I've drowned my conscience and cast another stone.
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I took to preaching while dancing on the code.
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I can't see where I've been and only god knows where I'll be.
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But there must be a place for a wretch like me.
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Oh, lord knows I'm tired,
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But I, I, I won't rest my head until I'm home.
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And if my hands find themselves another body, well,
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You can't blame them for trying to keep warm.
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Morals are simply a matter of time,
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And where you lay your head's a question of pride.
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But when it's said and done you'll find in the light,
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That privilege and wit make me misfortune's child.
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Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down.
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Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around.
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And when they take my head and put it on a stake,
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I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead man awake.
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Bartering your figure for a paralyzing love,
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What have you done?
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What have you done?
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I tipped the scaffold and laughed until I fell.
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Girl if you need me, grab another from the well.
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I can't imagine what hell has in store,
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But I know if I'm there I won't wander anymore.
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Oh, lord knows I'm tired,
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But I, I, I won't rest my head until I'm home.
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And if my hands find themselves another body, well
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You can't blame them for trying to keep warm.
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Oh, lord knows I'm weak,
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But I, I, I can't clear my head if I'm asleep.
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Morals are simply a matter of tide,
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And where you lay your head's a question of pride.
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But when it's said and done you'll find in the light
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That privilege and wit make me misfortune's child
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Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down.
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Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around.
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And when they take my head and put it on a stake,
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I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead man awake.
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We've lived under this dark cloud forever.
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Waited for the bad light to break.
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Just let me tell that one again,
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With a little more feeling.
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We slept at the crossroads together,
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Tried to make an honest mistake.
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Just let me tell that one more time,
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Without a smile on my face.
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And now the road is empty.
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As every promise is.
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If life is pointless then point taken, say amen.
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So light another candle and point my body out to sea,
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Because your heart is no place for a wretch like me.
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Another stranger passing.
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A common dissonance.
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If life is pointless then point taken, say amen.
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So light another candle and point my body out to sea,
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Because your side is no place for a wretch like me.
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When they unearth these passages,
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Will I appear to be proud?
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Not if you're listening close enough.
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Not if you're sounding it out.
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Wanderlust
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Every Time I Die |