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18 karat gold wouldn't fill the hole |
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The bleeding hole in her heart |
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That's made from circumstances at home |
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Cus they kept pulling her hair |
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So they choked her words |
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She don't sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light |
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And she's home |
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I thought: 18 karat gold, would save a lonely soul |
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But she don't sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light |
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Cause they kept pulling her hair |
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Wouldn't leave her alone |
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But if only I could read her mind |
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And release that stone |
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In her heart where the sadness grows |
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I'd operate with this knife |
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And cut a big fat giant hole |
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To fill with gold and light |
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But there's an endless battle to be won |
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And me I ain't a man with an educated mind |
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And soon, you won't have the strength to carry on |
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So you scream about it in the night |
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Ohh in the night.... |
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In the night.... |
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Ohh in the night.... |
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My 18 karat gold, it fills a dirty hole |
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A dirty bleeding hole in my heart |
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You people think it's made from circumstances at home |
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Well if someone ever should be pulling your hair |
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Then I guess you should leave them alone |
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And now you want me to read your mind |
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And release that stone |
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That stone in your heart where the sadness grows |
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You know I, I'd operate with this knife |
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And cut a big fat giant hole to fill. |
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Fill with gold and light |
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But there's an endless battle to be won |
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Me I ain't a man with an educated mind |
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And soon, you won't have the strength to carry on |
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So you scream about it in the night |
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Next endless battle to be won |
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I ain't a man with an educated mind |
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And you won't have the strength to carry on |
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So you scream about it in the night |
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Ohh in the night.... |
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Ohh in the night.... |
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In the night.... |
