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Its four in the mornin
Battered and numb
A loaded room, an empty gun
I whistle a tune, I heard years before
The clock started tickin
Where did the time go
I danced to the mornin
She called out my name
The wind was a howlin
And down came the rain
Her arms they caressed me
Sweet was her brow
She opened my eyes
To banish the doubt
Wash me down in all of your joy
But dont drag me through this again
Ive heard all your sad songs I can hear
Its in with the whiskey and out with the gin
Ive heard all your sad songs I can hear
Its another day older
In These Exiled Years
The dew on the ground
Blankets the face
Cold was the night
Gone her embrace
For your land of the free
Now prisons me
To rot in this jail
Of lost liberty
Wash me down in all of your joy
But dont drag me through this again
Ive heard all your sad songs I can hear
Its in with the whiskey and out with the gin
Ive heard all your sad songs I can hear
Its another day older
In These Exiled Years
Walk away, watch me as I wave
One foot here, but sure the others in the grave
Walk away, walk away
Ive heard all your sad songs I can hear
Its in with the whiskey and out with the gin
Ive heard all your sad songs I can hear
Its another day older
In These Exiled Years