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The Great Divide

I picked up a ghost that chased me across the land
Dropping my gun didn’t take it from my hand

And I don’t know how to leave behind
All the regrets walking wounded in my mind

I woke up the sun
All busted up and bruised

The morning is new
But I never felt so used

All of my rescues are gone baby this I know
All of the liars are firing up their show
I can’t feel a soul or hear a helpful sound
The west has died but we’re still comin’ round


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