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Shotguns ringing in the dead of night Holy ghost in the velvet light Blind man singing for his sunday meal Look he gave you couldn't get more real Storm is stirring at the break of day God made man from a lump of clay Howl with the wind baby howl with sea What does it all mean to me? Ribbon tied to the funeral car Old gang stumble in to the bar Sing us a song girl, make it quick If I'm here much longer I'm gonna get sick Sister sliding out the back door She's gone searching for something more Damned if you don't and damned if you do Never was one with much to prove From Letras Mania