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Sad and sorry |
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Troubled and tired |
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Wild with worry |
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Mad with desire |
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Junky jitters, bed bug critters |
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Now who would die for love? |
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Midnight favor, sweet sick flavor |
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Now who would die for love? |
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You can see by the look in my eyes |
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That the devil takes his own |
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See by these holes in my heart |
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That I still kept my soul |
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Well you can take it, go on and take it |
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Sick and waitin' |
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Down and blue |
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C-c-c-c-cold and kickin' |
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What to do? |
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Creepy crawlin', non-stop jawin' |
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Now who would die for love? |
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Look who's holdin', sister rollin' |
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Now who would die for love? |
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You can see by the look in my eyes |
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That the devil takes his own |
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Tell by these holes in my heart |
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That I still kept my soul |
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Go on and take it, go on and take it |
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I ain't bitchin' but |
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I been itchin' |
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Now who would die for love? |
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No use prayin' if it ain't worth savin' |
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Now who would die for love? |
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You can see by the look in my eyes |
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That the devil takes his own |
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You can see through these holes in my heart |
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That I still kept my soul |
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Well, you can see by the look in my eyes |
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That the devil takes his own |
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You see right through these holes in my heart |
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That I still kept my soul |
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You can take it, go on and take it |
