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I was born on this here guitar roadand though my tuning is far from fineit's going to reach your soulI was born the child of greed and fearand though my hands, they shake like hellthey are going to serve you wellWell you tell me I don't have the asnwers to thequestions posed by times gone bybaby you said you would love bebut you left me alone to cryAnd there will be just you and Iand the sun will burn us dead of nightand there won't be any more denialcome on, noI will die on this here whiskey roadand though my throat is parched and dryit's gonna sing you homewatch the world as it runs through your fingersse the water and the fire as they ragethey told us love would free usbut through our passions we are enslavedAnd there will be just you and Iand the sun will burn us dead of nightand there won't be no denial From Letras Mania