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Okay, here we go... |
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Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Come on |
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Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm... |
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There's a murmur going 'round |
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It's a low kind of moaning sound |
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I don't know where this blues come from |
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It's just a death rattle on the tongue |
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It's a scream inside a void |
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Or a howling wind outside |
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Well, I can't ignore this feeling |
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Lord, it leaves me so unsatisfied |
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Come on! |
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Yeah |
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I'm a child in a hostile land |
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Crying for a mother's hand |
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And I'm marked by color, wrapped in skin |
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Tied by history and original sin |
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I said, mama, what's my name |
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And what's my purpose here |
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I said, rock me in your arms |
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Cleanse me with your tears |
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Skin game, skin game |
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Oh-oh-ooh, yeah |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Hell may be a place |
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Where lots of little devils stay |
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And their spells spread fear and hatred |
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And mischief in a thousand ways |
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We are just lost souls |
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Looking for a place to be |
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One people, one kind |
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A multicolored rosary |
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Skin game, skin game |
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Skin game |
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(Skin game, skin game, skin game) |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Don't let your deal go down, no |
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Skin game, skin game |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Skin game, skin game, skin game |
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Don't let your deal go down |
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Skin game |
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I'm a child in a hostile land |
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Crying for a mother's hands |
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And I'm marked by color, wrapped in skin |
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Tied by history and original sin |
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I said, mama, what's my name |
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And what's my purpose here |
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I said, rock me in your arms |
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Cleanse me with your tears |
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Skin game, skin game |
