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Got a painting of a story
Done some years ago
About a man who had it all
But had to go
He seen more than he could hold
Lost his mind again,
Wife the holy whore

And all guns on this bound for glory
bombs and babies know
When they glow

Resurection of a harsh man
Painter in a home
Found their glasses on a cruse bricks of stone
If you see him let me know
All he wanted was to watch his children grow

And all guns on this bound for glory
Bombs and babies know
When they glow
Got a painting of a story  Done some years ago  About a man who had it all  But had to go  He seen more than he could hold  Lost his mind again,  Wife the holy whore    And all guns on this bound for glory  bombs and babies know  When they glow    Resurection of a harsh man  Painter in a home  Found their glasses on a cruse bricks of stone  If you see him let me know  All he wanted was to watch his children grow    And all guns on this bound for glory  Bombs and babies know  When they glow
 
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