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 C   G   F   C  T'was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood  G   F  When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud  C   G   F  I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
 C   G   F   C   G   F   C  "Come in" she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
And if I pass this way again you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word In a world of steel eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns Now there's a wall between us something there's been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began on a long forgotten morn Well, the deputy walks on hardnails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn I've heard new born babies wailin' like a mornin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love Do I understand your question man, is it hopeless and forlorn? In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line And beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
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Dernière modification : 2007-03-22

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