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Honey its getting close to midnight |
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And all the myths are still in town |
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True love and lipstick on your linen |
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Bite the pillow make no sound |
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If here's some living to be done |
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Before your life becomes your tomb |
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You'd better know that i'm the one |
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So unchain your back door invite me around |
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Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter |
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Let her go, let her go, let her go |
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Honey its getting close to daybreak |
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The sun is creeping in the sky |
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No patent remedies for heartache |
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Just empty words and humble pie |
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So get down on your knees honey |
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Assume an attitude |
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You just pray that I'll be waiting |
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'Cause you know I'm coming soon |
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So pick up your foolish pride, no going back |
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No where, no way, no place to hide |
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Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter |
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Let her go, let her go, let her go |
