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Tod _ ay there's no salva tion, _ _ _ the band's packed up and gone _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm standing with my penny _ _ _ in my hand _ _ _ _ _ _
There's a _ _ _ big crowd at the station, _ _ _ where the _ _ _ blind man sings his song _ _ _
_ _ _ But he can see what they _ _ _ can't under _ _ _ stand _ _
I _ t's the thirty third of August
And I'm finally touching down _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Eight days from Sunday finds me _ _ _ Saturday bound _ _ _ _ _ _
L _ ord I stumbled through the darkn _ _ _ ess, _ t _ _ umbled to my knees _ _ _
_ _ _ A thousand voices _ _ _ screaming in my _ _ _ brain _ _ _
I _ _ _ woke up in the jungle, _ _ _ but the forest _ _ _ and the trees _ _ _
Of _ _ _ fered me no shelter _ _ _ from the rain _ _ _ _ _
I _ t's the thirty third of August
And I'm finally touching down _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Eight days from Sunday finds me _ _ _ Saturday bound _ _ _ _ _ _
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I _ _ _ put my dangerous feelings _ _ _ _ _ _ under lock and chain _ _ _
_ _ _ I killed my _ _ _ violent nature with a smile _ _ _ _ _
T _ hough the de-m _ _ _ ons danced and sang t _ _ _ heir songs wit _ _ _ hin my fe-vered brain _ _ _
_ _ _ Not all my god-like _ _ _ thoughts Lord were d efiled _ _ _ _ _
I _ t's the thirty third of August
And I'm finally touching down _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Eight days from Sunday finds me _ _ _ Saturday bound _ _ _
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