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Well, his soul was in New Orleans. |
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And her love, that unfaithful hurricane. |
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And his gun shot the man who was in between |
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His soul and his everything |
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But the end will let you be |
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And pain can set you free |
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Yeah, the end will let you be |
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The end will fill my veins with my father's blood |
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And his father's tear will become my flood |
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And I'll be the voice in the wilderness |
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Turn the wine into water, son |
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It's you in the mirror |
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I was weak and you held me up |
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It's me in the mirror |
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You can be who you really are |
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The cracks in your steps will be where I start |
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The end that you leave, left in the dark |
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And the end will let you be |
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And pain can set you free |
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Yeah, the end will let you be |
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The end will let me be |
