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Pay In Blood |
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Bob Dylan |
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Well I'm grinding my life out, steady and sure |
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Nothing more wretched than what I must endure |
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I'm drenched in the light that shines from the sun |
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I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done |
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Sooner or later you make a mistake, |
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I'll put you in a chain that you never will break |
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Legs and arms and body and bone |
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I pay in blood, but not my own. |
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Night after night, Day after day |
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They strip your useless hopes away |
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The more I take the more I give |
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The more I die the more I live |
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I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim |
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I got dogs could tear you limb from limb |
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I'm circlin' around the Southern Zone |
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I pay in blood, but not my own. |
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Low cards are what I've got |
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But I'll play this hand whether I like it or not |
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I'm sworn to uphold the laws of God |
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You could put me out in front of a firing squad |
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I've been out and around with the rising men |
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Just like you my handsome friend |
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My head's so hard, must be made of stone |
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I pay in blood, but not my own. |
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Another politician pumping out the piss |
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Another angry beggar blowing you a kiss |
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You got the same eyes that your mother does |
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If only you could prove who your father was |
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Someone must to slipped a drug in your wine |
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You gulped it down and you cross the line |
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Man can't live by bread alone |
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I pay in blood, but not my own. |
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How I made it back home, nobody knows |
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Or how I survived so many blows |
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I've been thru Hell, What good did it do? |
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You bastard! I'm supposed to respect you! |
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I'll give you justice, I'll fatten your purse |
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Show me your moral virtue first |
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Hear me holler and hear me moan |
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I pay in blood but not my own. |
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You get your lover in the bed |
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Come here I'll break your lousy head |
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Our nation must be saved and freed |
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You've been accused of murder, how do you plead? |
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This is how I spend my days |
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I came to bury, not to praise |
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I'll drink my fill and sleep alone |
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I play in blood, but not my own. |
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