| One, two—
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| One, two, three
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| Well, mama’s little martyr woke up with her face drawn on
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| What you gonna do? |
| Twenty-two, with your youth all gone
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| And all your awful glory don’t feel like it should
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| Before you hang me for my story, Lord, let me be understood
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| Oh, 'cause it ain’t about if, it’s about when
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| They put a weapon in my hand, now here I am, a heretic again
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| But I feel sure-footed, hope l’m going somewhere good
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| No time to sit and wonder, Lord, let me be understood
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| I used to walk around with shackles on my hands
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| Back when I still needed you to tell me who I am
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| We were standing at the dawn, unaware of the flood
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| Rain pours on and on, Lord, let us be understood
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| Well, ain’t you had enough, living in this picture show?
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| Move a little closer, but, oh, don’t let your demons show
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| But I wouldn’t go back even if I could
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| Howling at the drunken thunder, Lord, let me be understood
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| Well, friend, I’ve been restless and I’ve been unwell
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| But I have a heartbeat, and a trial to tell
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| You can sentence me to burn, if you feel that you should
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| But let the clock hands turn and turn, let us be understood
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| Call it revelation, call it in the air
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| Boy, you can’t reach salvation from your rocking chair
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| You’re gonna shed a tear, gonna have to give blood
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| No time to sit and wonder, Lord, let me be understood
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| Here in the monumental yonder, let me be understood |