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There's a ring around the moon |
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There's a chill in the air |
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There's a mean kind of justice |
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Coming down, coming down |
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Angels wring their hands, they put ashes on their heads |
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There's a mean kind of justice coming down |
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It don't ever stop a thing |
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An eye for an eye, a tit for tat |
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And I've never seen nobody truly satisfied by that |
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It just rolls around your head eating holes in your heart |
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There's a mean kind of justice coming down |
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There is a goodness on this earth |
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That will not die, will not die |
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It bears all, and seen it all, and still it survives |
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And I know we have failed |
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But I've seen that we can fly |
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There's a goodness on this earth that will not die |
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Oh no, oh no, forgiveness never sleeps |
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But the devil wants its due and says human life is cheap |
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And till we give up any hope we could ever change the past |
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Then at last, then at last... |
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There's a ring around the moon |
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There's a chill on the breeze |
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There's somebody with their hands clasped |
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Down on their knees |
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And angels hold their breath for what might set them free |
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There's a mean kind of justice coming down |
