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| Theres a man looking blank into the wall Older, colder and mumbling Looking over his shoulder Until the break of dawn His eyes will not close All the days are the same getting down At the bar and hes mumbling About the war and lost ones Until the break of dawn And where are his loved ones Oh baby its oh so cold in this place Oh maybe its all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell Im all alone, and here comes the dawn Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their boxes People stare and smell trouble Until the break of dawn, the four men will go Oh baby its oh so cold in this place Oh maybe its all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell Im all alone, and here comes the dawn And the four men starts to open every case And people wonder When they pull out their instruments and play Dear people we are the guitar gangsters And we are here to join you And ease the pain youre in Now listen Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their boxes People smile and theyre roaring Until the break of dawn, a new day is born Oh baby its oh so cold in this place Oh maybe its all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell Im all alone, and here comes the dawn Dear people we are the guitar gangsters And we are here to join you And ease the pain youre in Now listen Dear ladies and gentlemen We thank you for your kindness Were on the road again, forever |
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