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You've got black hair that floats like a river |
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As it falls down the back of your neck |
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But your heart is so cold that |
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I shiver Then your trail is a graveyard wreaks |
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And your act is all smoking mirrors |
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And the crowd's getting wise to your tricks |
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You better move it along to the next little song ' |
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Cause the air is getting thick as brick |
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And time has everybody down in the end and honey you know you're next |
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Yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end and honey you know you're next |
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You've got stars of the night in your eyes |
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That sends chills down a crippled mans spine |
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There's blood on your hands from the locals who've died |
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There's a black hole inside your mind |
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Honey that's just how my thoughts run |
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In this dark and depressing old night |
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As I sit here alone by the disconnected phone |
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And listen to the neighbours that fight |
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Yeah the time catches up with us all in the end |
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And honey you know you're next |
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Yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end |
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And honey, you know you're next |
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Yeah honey, you know you're next |
