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they'll be no more
they'll be no more
no more pain
In the twinkle of an eye
In the twinkle of an eye
They'll be no more
They'll be no more
Pain
They'll be no more Pain
No more pain
No more
She sits by the window, with wandering eyes
She has a song in her heart and a golden disguise
Her body is torn because age doesn't heal
She's not letting on about the pain that she feels
But she knows in her soul that it won't be too long
'Til Jesus comes back to carry her home
Where there will be no more pain
No more sorrow
No more waiting
For the
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by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1972 & 1974, No Exit Music Co., Inc. & Allbros Music Co.
Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?
Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope "to" lose.
Time's gone, looks l
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Standing in the corner
With nothing to do
You get shit for being you
They want you to be just like them
But you wanna be yourself
We wanna set yourself free
You must fight fight
Fight for what you believe
Fight for what is right now
Swilling some beers you wanna kick some ass
Some rednecks approach
To fulfill the task
You just wanna be your own damn self
Punk forever I promised myself
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Without any training, it's pouring, it's raining.
Training or a trade Hey, you bet I'm afraid.
Unequipped with the skill
But I'm thrilled with the thrill
Underskilled, unprepared Hey, who wouldn't be scared
A dime for a dozen if that's what you're after
A moment of silence, a lifetime of laughter
So bring on the obstacles
And burn me a bridge
I'm not sure, should I call this a range or a ridge.
There ain't none too high if I'm up for the climb
I'll go zero to sixty
And stop on a dime
A dime for a dozen if that's what you're after
A moment
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