[Bob Dylan cover]
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Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth
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He can do with it as he please
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And if things don't change soon, he will
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Oh, man has invented his doom
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First step was touching the moon
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Now there's a woman on my block
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She just sit there as the night grow still
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill
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Now, they take him and they teach him
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And they groom him for life
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And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill
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Then they bury him with stars
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Sell his body like they do used cars
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Now there's a woman on my block
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She just sit there facin' the hill
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill
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Now, he's hell bent for destruction
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He's afraid and confused
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And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
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All he believes are his eyes
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And his eyes they just tell him lies
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But there's a woman on my block
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Sitting there in a cold chill
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill
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May be noisemaker, spirit maker
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Heartbreaker, backbreaker
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Leave no stone unturned
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May be an actor in a plot
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That might be all that you got
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Till your error you clearly learn
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Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
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And when he sees his reflection he's fulfilled
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Oh, man is opposed to fair play
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He wants it all and he wants it his way
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Now, there's a woman on my block
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She just sit there as the night grow still
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill
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License To Kill
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Cowboy Junkies |