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People are gathered outside Waiting for someone to pray A man opens the door He's got something to say He's wearing a doctor's coat But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker He's wearing a doctor's coat But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker He's got the cures we need People rejoice and laugh They say how hard it's been And how easy it'll be He's wearing a doctor's coat But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker He's wearing a doctor's coat But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker One by one, they stop seeing the colors they used to see And the light turns bleak, wide red And their limbs go 'round instead And now the crowd is naked on the ground And now the crowd is naked on the ground Letras de canciones In front of the pile The man drinks his solution Levels it up against the sun A sick kind of ablution The red glow in his face Making him look like the son of God His teeth are glistening His hair is wild His feet are stomping on the ground He's wearing a doctor's coat But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker He's wearing a doctor's coat But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker He drinks and lays down upon the heaps of those he treated They're all unconscious now And so, he may be Sinners on the run have the wind on their back "You're making no sense," said the man before it all turned black Winners have their fun while their kin have their back "You're making no sense," said the man before it all turned to black From Letras Mania