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Oh, oh You heard the news, sweet child I slaughtered all them swans I left it burnin' Gone to New York There will be no more violence in the house of your heart In the house of your heart There was a ravel And I was weak for a while I'll never be as good as you so I got a ride, and I hitchhiked for New York There will be no more violence in the house of your heart In the name of the Lord Oh, oh, baby Where will I dig my roots? It's aching each time that I think of you I wish for a better day to come around Wanna shake my heads down Show you what you found (oh) I wish for a better day to come around So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh) You heard the news, sweet child The world is mad we're runnin' wild Letras de cancionesI'm gonna ride and get off at New York There will be no more violence in the house of your heart In the house of your heart In the name of the Lord I wish there'd been another way With there'd been another way We should stay there Oh, oh, baby Where will I dig my roots? It’s aching each time that I think of you I wish for a better day to come around Wanna shake my heads down Show you what you found (oh) I wish for a better day to come around So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh) Where will I dig my roots? (Oh) Where will I dig my roots? From Letras Mania