We gave the cities to the women We thought it was the least that we could do We were under the impression that freedom Was more than just the freedom To wipe shit off of your shoe And we talked about the way that people are As we drive towards Salt Lake Away from a lake of fire, we say How could they not have known?! How could they not have known?! Until we drive fifty miles too far And we will find a spot in the sun Where we will let our hearts run wild They will come back late They will come back black But then well hear black is back in style Said they will come back broken They will come back black But then well hear that black is back in style And well be the last to know Well be the last to know Well be the last to know That black is back in style Well be the last to know Well be the last to know Well be the last to know That black is back in style
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