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God'll Cut You Down - Johnny Cash
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark
against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
The Highwayman - Highwaymen
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.
Carry my Body Down - Nick13
How long can this journey go on? Will I find the place I'm meant to go?
Will dreams fall down around us, just like the winter snow?
Another year has come and gone.
Will my luck hold on for one year more?
I think of how far I have come, and what's been left behind.
When will they carry my body down? When will they carry my body down?
Will they take it from the river after I've jumped right in and drowned?
Will they find it on the battlefield, on the spot I stood my ground?
Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria - Past
You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world
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Hang on to the glory at my right hand
Here laid to rest is our love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs
You stormed off to scar the armada
Like Jesus played martyr,
I'll drill through your hands
The stone for the curse you have blamed me
With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep
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How High the Moon - Hillbilly Moon Explosion
Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon
Bury Them Deep - Ghoultown
Hot sun glares down on the street
silence as deep as a Colorado gorge
don't care where you been or where you come from
it's just my job to be done
wind in my face I love the burn
dust drinks the blood of their tears
I say goodbye but it don't mean much
when shots ring like hits of a drum
bury them deep
and they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine
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