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there's no place for me
a man of nowhere, a man of black heart from the dead end streets
regret runs through me
i am no one, i am nothing, i am a man of defeat
what's left for me?
he thought of those open roads, his mother praying alone, that vagrant anthem and the field sung hymns, the cowardice forever following him
what's left for me?
the world has turned it's back on me
there's no place for me
a sullen walk to the chapel stairs
regret runs through me
a hard pull on that white oak door to face up those fears
what brings you here my son?
i've been a horrible man
i killed my father, i killed my brother, i left my mother in your god's hands
clasp your hands and count your sins
kneel at the pew. and so the sermon begins
no judgment cast down this day, will set you free
you are forgiven my son, you are blessed and redeemed
you've found absolution here son, but only from me
what's left for me?
a sullen walk to the steeple top to look over the city
he carves his name in that old brass bell, so when it rings he can hear it in hell
one last look to that western sky, one last wish he could have changed his life. i ain't no wicked man
he let his fleet slip from under him. unwanted
Defeate
Cowardice
Cowardice
there's no place for me
a man of nowhere, a man of black heart from the dead end streets
regret runs through me
i am no one, i am nothing, i am a man of defeat
what's left for me?
he thought of those open roads, his mother praying alone, that vagrant anthem and the field sung hymns, the cowardice forever following him
what's left for me?
the world has turned it's back on me
there's no place for me
a sullen walk to the chapel stairs
regret runs through me
a hard pull on that white oak door to face up those fears
what brings you here my son?
i've been a horrible man
i killed my father, i killed my brother, i left my mother in your god's hands
clasp your hands and count your sins
kneel at the pew. and so the sermon begins
no judgment cast down this day, will set you free
you are forgiven my son, you are blessed and redeemed
you've found absolution here son, but only from me
what's left for me?
a sullen walk to the steeple top to look over the city
he carves his name in that old brass bell, so when it rings he can hear it in hell
one last look to that western sky, one last wish he could have changed his life. i ain't no wicked man
he let his fleet slip from under him. unwanted
