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Lyrics for 'Wise Blood' by 'Counting Crows'
I'm An Outcast That No One Can Save Anymore
And The Days Of My Youth, Have All Long Gone By Now
I Was The Kind Of Boy The Devil Would Offer A Smoke Or A Drink To
Or A Ride Downtown To Some God Forsaken Land
One Sunday Morning At Dawn You Know They Baptized My Soul
But They Held Me Down So Long Christ I Almost Drowned
Yeah I Was The Kind Of Boy Who Never Learned To Smile
So I Kicked And I Screamed
'till I Tore Myself Lose From All These Great Big Hands Oh Yeah
Chorus:
Wiseblood Knows How To Walk The Way The Wind Blows
Wiseblood Hears Grace Whisper Right Behind
My Mommma, She Turned Around And Said
"little Boy You Better Wake Up....cause Your A Walking Dead"
Oh She Was The Kind A Girl Who Never Touched A Smoke Or A Drink
She Just Smoldered Like An Empty Church Left To Burn In The Wind
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