Back there things got ugly and heartless to boot
I don't quite recall the details but I got blood on my suit
The blackest hour in the blackest country is right before the dawn
But nobody seems to be travelling this road that I'm on
Nobody wants to be travelling this road that I'm on
Tired of looking for shelter too long out in the cold
And I'm on the wasted and the stateless and poor and the sold
The blackest hour in the blackest country is right before the dawn
But nobody seems to be tavelling this road that I'm on
Yeah nobody wants to be travelling this road that I'm on
Yeah nobody wants to be travelling this road that I'm on
Love never made good a inner or turned a saint
Luck never made me a winner but a loser I ain't
The blackest hour in the blackest country is right before the dawn
Nobody seems to be travelling this road that I'm on
Nobody wants to be travelling this road that I'm on
Yeah nobody wants to be travelling this road that I'm on

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