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Cold wind it blows
Blowing through you like Sunday morning
Chill in my bones
Take me home
Take me
Home is where the heart is
But my heart's been truly stolen
Cold wind it blows
Wind it blows
Fire in my gut reminding me that yes I will
Great big rut
Great big hole
Great big hole
Oh
No one knows
You tell me where those chains begin
Fire in my gut
In my gut
In my gut
And there are places you will never go
And there are things that you never know
It all depends on which side of the road
Cold wind in my soul makes me feel like
I am floating far from my place
I got no land
I got no face
Tell me mr
What's a man supposed to believe in
Hole in my soul
In my soul
In my soul
And there are places you will never go
And there are things that you will never know
It all depends on which side of the road
Gun in my hand
You tell me that
I am to obey laws of your land
Of your land
Of your land
You don't follow the rules of the silly games you play
Gun in my hand
In my hand
In my hand
And there are places you will never go
And there are things that you never know
It all depends on which side of the road
