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ItæŠ¯ impatience thatæŠ¯ holding back the clocks ItæŠ¯ a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If youæŠ®e looking for repentance TheyæŠ£l hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburg or Paris LoveæŠ¯ for sale and so reasonably priced The answers are few and far between It just bed sheets, my friend TheyæŠ®e blowin?in the wind Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day IæŠ£l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canæŠ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone ThereæŠ¯ 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 IæŠ£l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canæŠ° 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 IæŠ£l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canæŠ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone.