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well they backed him in a corner he was scared cause they were pissed just him and all them fists slapping in the dark and the doctors were redundant cause he already knew that just like me or you he had to hold on one more night boy you've gotta walk like a fool through that line of fire between the cold dark ground and the morning star don't be the sorry soul who breaks the truce better to be dead and gone and tried and true at the pastor's play at christmas he spoke those lonely lines just him and all those eyes watching from the dark and the critics, lord forgive them, they know not what they done tied his mouth up shut ain't never gonna speak up well he hung his head and wept when he heard the back door slam just him and both his hands and everything they'd done there's no angry silent night the morning cannot cure at breakfast he was sure he would win her back again credits