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The engine’s running |
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I’ve got some salvation to seek |
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I’ve seen the wrath of God |
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My hands smell of blood and saliva |
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I’m heading north |
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I’m going to burn this town |
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When I say rituals I really mean rules |
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Mine eyes have seen the rabid dog |
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twisting down the highway |
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The priests and dogs all went mad |
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I’ve got something to take care of up north |
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I’ve got this single wing |
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I’ve got two hundred dollars |
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I’m going to tie it to the chassis |
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cut it loose in Oregon |
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leave it dying in the fading taillights |
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My mother was a nurse |
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My father was a country music singer |
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Come drunk to the hanging |
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I never knew him |
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My heart’s the witness |
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Come drunk to the trial |
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Someone took the front door |
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everyone could see the stuff I did |
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Baby, pay the bills and feed the cat |
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I’m looking to cross over |
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