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Down the stairs to the stone house |
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Golden light, oh what a fight, another sleepless night |
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Her dress's, filigree |
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She tells me all her secrets then I'm back on the street |
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Oh |
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It's hard, oh it's hard to help yourself |
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When you don't know where to begin |
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It's the devil, it's the boil, it's the black of night |
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In your head, in your head |
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Do you see the fire heavy lit before this time |
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Know you the color of the end of, the end of the end |
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Silence is dancing to beating drum |
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Money is nothing but a loaded gun |
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Oh, whoa |
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And it's hard, oh it's hard to help yourself |
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When you don't know where to begin |
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It's the devil, it's the boil, it's the black of night |
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In your head, in your head |
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It's hard, oh it's hard to help yourself |
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When you don't know where to begin |
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It's the devil, it's the boil, it's the black of night |
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In your head, in your head |
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And it's hard, oh it's hard to help yourself |
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When you don't know where to begin |
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In the midst of a moment can you break the boy |
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Can you tame a demon? |
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Light a candle in the dark, in the dark, in dark |
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In the dark, light a candle in the dark, in dark |
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In dark, in dark, oh, whoa, whoa |
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In the dark, light a candle in the dark, in dark |
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In dark, in dark |
