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In the red July |
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When we bit the dust on Providence |
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All tangled in our not-so-common sense |
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I heard you say |
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You'd never sleep again |
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'Til the bed was made |
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You lied, you lied, you lied, you lied |
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Dancing around with all the ghosts in empty homes |
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You sang and you sounded like you knew it was your own |
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Rang out a shot in the dark, some things are best to let fall apart |
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And you knew, oh, how you knew |
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In the red July |
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When we bit the dust on Providence |
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Oh, tangle me up, tangle me up |
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And on the last hurrah |
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We'd better make it hurt |
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'Cause our time is spent |
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We lied, we lied, we lied, we lied |
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Dancing around with all the ghosts in empty homes |
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You sang and you sounded like you knew it was your own |
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Rang out a shot in the dark, some things are best to let fall apart |
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And you knew, oh, how you knew |
