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Something kissed my lips |
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Something |
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Something busted my fingertips |
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The north binds battle |
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In the car park |
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And the darkness |
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Somewhere |
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The night is on the run |
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With a bottle of ouzo |
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And a rusty gun |
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The north wind |
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Is like a |
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Spanish guitar |
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Soaked in petrol |
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Burning on the bar |
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Let the dead raise their heads |
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And the dying leave their beds |
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She didn't believe what her mama said |
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And she climbed out the window in the darkness |
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And behind you in the night |
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A million dogs come out to fight |
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In the empire that will be rising |
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Rising through the night |
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Something |
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Something give me strength |
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I'm burning |
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Burning on the brink |
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The north wind |
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Is like cinnamon and wine |
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And the darkness |
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Is the darkness |
