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(albüm: Blind Before I Stop - 1986)

I stare in the mirror
My eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me
Hell I can't even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is starting to rise
I've heard it before, I know the truth from the lies

Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder
and all of my dreams go under
like the falling rain

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Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Don't touch me now
Won't let you crucify me
You ain't no damn jury
You can't pass sentence on me

Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder
and all of my dreams go under
like the falling rain

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Whose blood on whose hand
Where's the promsised they preached for this land
Standing with their bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hand
Whose blood on whose hand

[Instrumental bridge]

Father my hand's are shaking
I see a light that's breaking
Show me a way to set my soul free
I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me

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