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[Verse 1]
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Tommy lies drunk on his own front lawn
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At three in the morning, his work shirt still on
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And He curses the man, and he curses his boss
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And a cloud rolls past and the night grows dark
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And thirty-one years on the factory floor
Abm
The grease and the motor, the seven to four
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And the face of his daughter, no child anymore
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Yeah his wife and his mother, his life and his love
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And the heat and the rise of a burning shame
Abm
The pride in the work and the years that he gave
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Just a flick of a pen, just a cold handshake
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What's a man really worth at the end of the day
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[Verse 2]
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And Tommy he stands and the rain starts to fall
Abm
He catches his step, and he heads for the car
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And he drives past the factory lights in the dark
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Just a man out of work, just a man out of luck
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And the bars all empty, the town asleep
Abm
He presses the pedal, he tears up the street
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To the edge of the town, where the highway leads
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To the end of the world, to the end of a dream
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And racing the headlights, the clouds never clear
Abm
And he's revving the engine, he's stripping the gears
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And the moon on the asphalt, his face in the mirror
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And the rain coming down like a dark chandelier
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And the radio blasting, a song about home
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And he's flying so fast, he's leaving the ground
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And the beautiful lights as he's spinning around
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And the silent night when the lights go out
[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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And Tommy he wakes with the blood on his face
Abm
The moon up above, and the cool falling rain
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And he feels his body, and he hears his name
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In the scream of the siren, in the heat of the flame
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And he calls for his daughter in the thick black night
Abm
And he tells that he loves her, he yells for his wife
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And he sees her above him, her dark, sad eyes
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And he pleads with his god, and he bargains with time
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And the rain falls harder, it washes away
Abm
The blood and the fire, the fear and the shame
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And the sirens arrive and he screams and he prays
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To the moon in the sky, to the stars and the rain
[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
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And nothing but mercy, the angels press
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The gold of their robes to the well of his breast
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And he opens his eyes, and he quietly says
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Don't take me tonight, I got work to do yet
