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Itæ?¯ impatience thatæ?¯ holding back the clocks Itæ?¯ a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If youæ?®e looking for repentance Theyæ?£l hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburg or Paris Loveæ?¯ for sale and so reasonably priced The answers are few and far between It just bed sheets, my friend Theyæ?®e blowin?in the wind Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day Iæ?£l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canæ?° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Thereæ?¯ a pump organ that lives on air I can hear it from the market place Pallid mourners in the crowd Some are withered but alive Where a burnin?past can find The parishioners pour into the square Thinking there before his grace go I By they are mum with deafened ears The neediest of sinners Will forget it before dinner Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day Iæ?£l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canæ?° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Are you the jailer or will you set me free How many misdemeanors can one felony Tombstone Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day Iæ?£l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canæ?° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone |