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Pull together the violence
Make a run for the door
There's a hole going right through his head
Sometimes hard to ignore
That man has a thousand faces
A devil cut you down
It's a white hot knife through your back
A fever pound for
Here's an old man breaking his back
Staring straight at the sun
Getting harder to think for himself
And a wandering one
That man has a thousand faces
A devil cut you down
It's a white hot knife through your back
A fever pound for
Go down where you go
Or follow me home
Take the time to meet my tribe
You will not tire
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