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- | =====Prowl Great Cain===== | ||
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- | -by Mike Wojciechowski (woj2322@yahoo.com) | ||
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- | gather jewels from graveyards, when i get home bury them again | ||
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- | wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why i turned you in | ||
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- | i saved my own skin but i lived to fight, i lived to fight another day | ||
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- | still remember how brave you were when they came to take you away | ||
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- | Bm D A G | ||
- | and i feel guilty but i can't feel ashamed | ||
- | D A G | ||
- | prowl through empty fields great cain | ||
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- | thought i'd seen the ghost up on the boulevard between the broken bits | ||
- | it's hard to tell gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits | ||
- | sleepwalk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fade | ||
- | like a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the plain | ||
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- | and i feel guilty but i can't feel ashamed | ||
- | prowl through empty fields great cain | ||
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- | G A | ||
- | rummage through the gutted store house now | ||
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- | and lick the sweat from my brow | ||
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- | saw the trucks roll out this morning, not sure when they' | ||
- | feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then | ||
- | sometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses me | ||
- | and other times the sickness howls and i despair of any remedy | ||
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- | and i feel guilty but i can't feel ashamed | ||
- | prowl through empty fields great cain | ||
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