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There's a picture on the table, broken glass on the floor
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A cigarette in my hand I'm going off to war
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Images of silhouettes plastered on my brain
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Bitter taste on my tongue, familiar mixed with pain
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I'm driving down the highway, shadows in headlights
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Justice dressed in sheets of gray with trails of black and white
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A man can be a diamond a man can be a steal
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A man can be a poet and not have the words to feel
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Mercy is a preacher held captive under fire
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Redemption smells like gasoline and burns like desire
She steps out under cover, turns around and waves
I light up that cigarette and I watch her drive away
Doors can open easy but sometimes they close hard
I left him laying where I found him and I got back in my car
She's already gone to bed by the time that I get home
I make myself some coffee and I sit up alone
Chorus
The sunshine in the morning feels like water on my bones
I hear her through the walls as she screams into the phone
There's a picture on the table, broken glass on the floor
A pistol in my gripping hand, I open up the doo