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They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day
The spirits they intoxicate me
I watched them infiltrate my soul
They try to say it's too late for me
Tell my guns I'm coming home
I swear, I'm gonna live forever
Tell my maker he can wait
I'm riding somewhere south of Heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Once I was promised absolution
There's only one solution for my sins
You gotta face your ghosts
And know with no illusions
That only one of you is going home again
And I blame this world for making a good man evil
It's this world that can drive a good man mad
And it's this world that turns a killer into a hero
Well I blame this world for making a good man bad
Now, I ain't getting into Heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear, I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
(Lord have mercy)
So, I save a prayer when I need it most
To the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
And sign it from a sinner with no name
When I meet my maker will he close the book
On the hearts I broke and the lives I took?
Will he walk away
'Cause my soul's too late to save?
Now, I ain't getting into Heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear, I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
I Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
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