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Spend my days part of the unkind
An occasional smoke and drink for a good time
I've made up my mind to make a new start
I'm gonna be clean, I tell ya
But it's so hard to start

Somone tells me there's a book right there
That tells me the truth
But Do, do I dare?

And there's dust on the Bible

Should I take my chances and be defamed?
So scared and lonely
Will I ever be the same?

With my blood still red and hair turning gray
Will tomorrow bring the same as today?

As I wake up in bed i tremble and shake
With the sun and rain I begin to awake

It seems that this book
Will shun the guard on my heart
I'm so deep in the dark
Oh, it's got me thinkin'

What if I read a line,
Oh no, I'll be fine,
I'll just take my time
And say bye

Dust on the Bible

As I get in my car
I drive into work,
I laugh,
I cry,
I think.

The pages of this book have never been torn,
I look to my right, and what do I see?
A horn.

i close my eyes and try to dream.
Am I really the torn, scarred man
That I think?

Dust on the Bible

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