In the whiskey hours
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I sit mourning
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But the morning brings no consolation
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Sun is rising - sky is yawning
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But the new day brings no celebration
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No celebration
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Reminds me life is hard
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Here in my back yard
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And I lie awake
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And I stare at the sky
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And my life passes by
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And I lie here suffering, wondering
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How long, how long
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In a sea of silence
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I lay wondering
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But with it comes no real solution
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Dreams die young
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In this world of violence
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Just to be betrayed by revolution-revolution
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Still my life is hard here in my back yard
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And I lie awake
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And I stare at the sky
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And my life passes by
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And I lie here suffering, wondering
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How long, how long
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We are only the beginning here
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None of us will reach the end
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So hold me close like an angel
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With your breath draw me in
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Feel me swim through your bloodstream
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Hear my voice - soft but clear
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After today things will never be the same
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I'm sorry for you, my dear
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In a world of darkness
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We are surrounded - surrounded by eternity
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We reach out but no love abounds us
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Guess we traded it for sanity
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Meanwhile life is hard here in my back yard
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And I lie awake
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And I stare at the sky
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And my life passes by
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And I lie here suffering, wondering
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How long, how long
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In the whiskey hours
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I sit mourning
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But the morning brings no consolation
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Sun is rising - sky is yawning
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But the new day brings no celebration
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No Celebration
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Gov't Mule |