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I'm quittin' and giving up
On bein good enough
My body is bones
And blood my heart is pure
And when the rider comes
And tells what I have done
I'll gladly sing along
Won't change my tune
And in the end St. Johns says
All things shall be revealed
Like violence, like violence
Like violence in the snowy fields
And on a night like this
When nothing stirs about
If I hear the hoof beat
Pounds I will not turn
I will not be afraid of
How I spent my days
I may go down in flames
But I shall not burn
And in the end St. Johns says
All things shall be revealed
Like violence, like violence
Like violence in the snowy fields
And in the end St. Johns says
All things shall be revealed
Like violence, like violence
Like violence in the snowy fields
Written by: ALEX TREVOR JAMES
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