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 We took the highway till the road went black We'd marked, Truth or Consequences on our map A voice drifted up from the radio And I thought of a voice from long ago Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die, for a mistake Kids asleep in the backseat We're just counting the miles, you and me We don't measure the blood we've drawn anymore We just stack the bodies outside the door Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die, for a mistake The wise men were all fools, what to do The sun sets in flames as the city burns Another day gone down as the night turns And I hold you here in my heart As things fall apart A downtown window flushed with light Faces of the dead at five Our martyr's silent eyes Petition the drivers as we pass by Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Will Darlin' tyrants and kings fall to the same fate Strung up at your city gates Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
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Copyright © 2007 Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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